He Hasn't An Enemy In The World

Words Fascinate Me. They Always Have. For Me, Browsing In A Dictionary Is Like Being Turned Loose In A Bank.

Love Isn't Like A Reservoir. You'll Never Drain It Dry. It's Much More Like A Natural Spring. The Longer And Farther It Flows, The Stronger And Deeper And Clearer It Becomes.

He Hasn't An Enemy In The World - But All His Friends Hate Him.

We Call Our Rich Relatives The Kin We Love To Touch

When I See The Ten Most Wanted Lists... I Always Have This Thought: If We'd Made Them Feel Wanted Earlier, They Wouldn't Be Wanted Now.