The Thought Process Can Never Be Complete

People Think That I Must Be A Very Strange Person. This Is Not Correct. I Have The Heart Of A Small Boy. It Is In A Glass Jar On My Desk.

Life Isn't Always A Butcher's Game. Sometimes The Prizes Are Real. Sometimes They're Precious.

Time Takes It All, Whether You Want It To Or Not.

The Past Is Obdurate. It Doesn't Want To Change.

He Was One Of Those Quite Rare Adults Who Communicate With Small Children Fairly Well And Who Love Them All Impartially--not In A Sugary Way But In A Businesslike Fashion That May Sometimes Entail A Hug, In The Same Way That Closing A Big Business Deal May Call For A Handshake.