The Shadow Of Fear And Uncertainty Lies

There's Nothing Like Fishing To Pass The Time And To Incline Toward A Sort Of Magnificent Stupidity In Which Nothing Matters But Tackle, Bait, Sunlight And The Strike.

The One Universal Form Of Art Is Music.

Autumn Burned Brightly, A Running Flame Through The Mountains, A Torch Flung To The Trees.

Every Generation Proclaims That Each Must Lead His Own Life, But Seldom Grants The Subsequent Generation The Right To Lead Theirs.

I've Always Thought That The Most Perfect Fate Which Could Befall Any Woman Would Be To Be Born A Rich Widow.