Consistency Is The Defense Of A Small

The Real World Out There Isn't Nearly As Nice As Some People Prefer It To Be, So Don't Swallow Everything Your High-born Teachers Tell You Without Takinga Long Hard Look At It Yourselves.

...zedar Was Gone...as An Owl, Though, I Was Able To Drift Silently From Tree To Tree Until I Caught Up With Him...he Wasn't Really Hard To Follow, Since He'd Conjured Up A Dim, Greenish Light To See By --and To Hold Off The Boogiemen. Did I Ever Tell You That Zedar's Afraid Of The Dark? That Adds Another Dimension To His Present Situation, Doesn't It? He Was Bundled To The Ears In Furs, And He Was Muttering To Himself As He Floundered Along Through The Snow. Zedar Talks To Himself A Lot. He Always Has. ...i Drifted To A Nearby Tree And Watched Him --owlishly. Sorry. I Couldn't Resist That.

Wise Are You, Indeed... To Know What Is Not Possible.

As Soon As Somebody Falls In Love, All The Wits Seem To Dribble Out Of The Bottom Of His Head.

Now Do You See Why War Irritates Me? It's Always The Same. A Lot Of People Get Killed, But In The End, The Whole Thing Is Settled At The Conference Table. The Notion Of Having The Conference First Doesn't Seem To Occur To People.