Me, What's That After All? An Arbitrary

Sometimes There's Nothing But Sundays For Weeks On End. Why Can't They Move Sunday To The Middle Of The Week So You Could Put It In The Out Tray On Your Desk?

Fidelity Is A Matter Of Perception; Nobody Is Unfaithful To The Sea Or To Mountains Or To Death: Once Recognized They Fill The Heart.

I Have No Wisdom And Nothing Useful To Tell You - I Only Mentioned This Because It Came Into My Head.

There Is A Tiger In My Room,' Said Frances. 'did He Bite You?' Said Father. 'no,' Said Frances. 'did He Scratch You?' Said Mother. 'no,' Said Frances. 'then He Is A Friendly Tiger,' Said Father. 'he Will Not Hurt You. Go Back To Sleep.

Time's Arrow, We Are Told, Is A One-way Thing. . . Memory's Arrow, Like The Needle Of A Compass Too Close To A Lodestone, Spins In All Directions.