Strangers Are What Friends Are Made Of.

Worry Compounds The Futility Of Being Trapped On A Dead-end Street. Thinking Opens New Avenues.

We Experience Moments Absolutely Free From Worry. These Brief Respites Are Called Panic.

A Figment Of The Imagination Is Just A Harmless Illusion - Unless You Are Victim Of It.

Older Generations Are Living Proof That Younger Generations Can Survive Their Lunacy.

The Prime Of Life Is That Fleeting Time Between Green And Over-ripe.