A Breeze Discovered My Open Book And

One Of The Hardest Things In Life To Accept Is A Called Third Strike.

There Is The Fear That We Shan't Prove Worthy In The Eyes Of Someone Who Knows Us At Least As Well As We Know Ourselves. That Is The Fear Of God. And There Is The Fear Of Man -fear That Men Won't Understand Us And We Shall Be Cut Of From Them.

Talking Is A Hydrant In The Yard And Writing Is A Faucet Upstairs In The House. Opening The First Takes The Pressure Off The Second.

The Afternoon Knows What The Morning Never Suspected.

The Rose Is A Rose, And Was Always A Rose. But The Theory Now Goes That The Apple's A Rose.