[invading Iraq] Is Not The Best Way

I Am In Love With This World . . . I Have Climbed Its Mountains, Roamed Its Forests, Sailed Its Waters, Crossed Its Deserts, Felt The Sting Of Its Frosts, The Oppression Of Its Heats, The Drench Of Its Rains, The Fury Of Its Winds, And Always Have Beauty And Joy Waited Upon My Goings And Comings.

Culture Means The Perfect And Equal Development Of Man On All Sides.

The Fisherman Has A Harmless, Preoccupied Look; He Is A Kind Of Vagrant, That Nothing Fears. He Blends Himself With The Trees And The Shadows. All His Approaches Are Gentle And Indirect. He Times Himself To The Meandering, Soliloquizing Stream; He Addresses Himself To It As A Lover To His Mistress; He Woos It And Stays With It Till He Knows Its Hidden Secrets. Where It Deepens His Purpose Deepens; Where It Is Shallow He Is Indifferent. He Knows How To Interpret Its Every Glance And Dimple; Its Beauty Haunts Him For Days.

Some Scenes You Juggle Two Balls, Some Scenes You Juggle Three Balls, Some Scenes You Can Juggle Five Balls. The Key Is Always To Speak In Your Own Voice. Speak The Truth. That's Acting 101. Then You Start Putting Layers On Top Of That.

A Somebody Was Once A Nobody Who Wanted To And Did.