Christmas Isn't A Season. It's A Feeling.

Funny, Isn't It, How Your Whole Life Goes By While You Think You're Only Planning The Way You're Going To Live It?

A Whole Roomful Of Jews Is Like A Charged Battery. The Vitality Sparks Seem To Fly, And Frequently The Result Is A Short Circuit.

Here In Texas Maybe We've Got Into The Habit Of Confusing Bigness With Greatness.

In New York The Sky Is Bluer, And The Grass Is Greener, And The Girls Are Prettier, And The Steaks Are Thicker, And The Buildings Are Higher, And The Streets Are Wider, And The Air Is Finer, Than The Sky, Or The Grass, Or The Girls, Or The Steaks, Or The Air Of Any Place Else In The World.

Whoever Said Love Conquers All Was A Fool. Because Almost Everything Conquers Love - Or Tries To.