The Fellow Who Laughs Last May Laugh

When In Trouble, Mumble.

Where Was It Ever Promised Us That Life On This Earth Can Ever Be Easy, Free From Conflict And Uncertainty, Devoid Of Anguish And Wonder And Pain? Those Who Seek The Folly Of Unrelieved 'happiness'-who Fear Moods, Who Shun Solitude, Who Do Not Know The Diginity Of Occasional Depression-can Find Bliss Easily Enough: In Tranquilizing Pills, Or In Senility. The Purpose Of Life Is Not To Be Happy.

Every Writer Is A Narcissist. This Does Not Mean That He Is Vain; It Only Means That He Is Hopelessly Self-absorbed.

The Purpose Of Life Is To Matter, To Be Productive, To Have It Make A Difference That You Lived At All-using The Talents That God Has Given You For The Betterment Of Others.

If A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words, Please Paint Me The Gettysburg Address.