What We Live By We Die By.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

Evolution Is Like Walking On A Rolling Barrel. The Walker Isn't So Much Interested In Where The Barrel Is Going As He Is In Keeping On Top Of It.

Forgive Me My Nonsense, As I Also Forgive The Nonsense Of Those That Think They Talk Sense.

You Don't Have To Deserve Your Mother's Love. You Have To Deserve Your Father's.

A Person Will Sometimes Devote All His Life To The Development Of One Part Of His Body - The Wishbone.