True Life Lies In Laughter, Love And

Our Finest Flowers Are Often Weeds Transplanted.

Logic Is One Thing And Commonsense Another.

Man, Like Deity, Creates In His Own Image.

So Long As Governments Set The Example Of Killing Their Enemies, Private Individuals Will Occasionally Kill Theirs.

The Finest Flowers Are Those Transplanted, For Transplanting Means Difficulty, A Readjusting To New Conditions, And Through The Effort Put Forth To Find Adjustment Does The Plant Progress.