Pay Enough For Anything And It Passes

The Beauty Of Word Processing, God Bless My Word Processor, Is That It Keeps The Plotting Very Fluid. The Prose Becomes Like A Liquid That You Can Manipulate At Will. In The Old Days, When I Typed, Every Piece Of Typing Paper Was Like Cast In Concrete.

To Many Women Mistake A Man's Hostility For Wit And His Silence For Depth.

There Are Days When None Of Us Can Bear It, But The Good Comes Around Again. Happiness Is Seasonal, Like Anything Else. Wait It Out. There Are People Who Love You. People Who Can Help.

If I'd Been Listening Closely, I'd Have Caught The Sound Of The Gods Having A Great Big Old Tee-hee At My Expense.

No One With A Happy Childhood Ever Amounts To Much In This World. They Are So Well Adjusted, They Never Are Driven To Achieve Anything.