The World Demands I Make Good Choices

Aim High. You May Still Miss The Target, But At Least You Won't Shoot Your Foot Off.

Poets Speak Of Hope In Ladies Smiles, But Give Me A Smirk Any Day, I Say.

Oh, Was That Liquor Of Yours A Stimulant?" Asked Elena. "i Wondered Why He Didn't Fall Asleep." "couldn't You Tell?" Chuckled Mayhew. "not Really." Miles Twisted His Head To Take In Elena's Upside-down Worried Face, And Smile In Weak Reassurance. Sparkly Black And Purple Whirlpools Clouded His Vision. Mayhew's Laughter Faded. "my God," He Said Hollowly, "you Mean He's Like That All The Time?

Never Argue With A Pedant Over Nomenclature. It Wastes Your Time And Annoys The Pedant.

If You Can't Do What You Want, Do What You Can.