A Man Is Not Paid For Having

Life Is A Voyage, And We Are All Sailing Under Sealed Orders. We Plan, Plot, Scheme And Arrange, And Some Fine Day Fate Steps In And Our Dreams Are Tossed Into The Yeasty Deep. We Grin And Bear It--anyway We Bear It: It Is The Only Thing To Do.

The Product Of The Head, Heart And Hand Is A Thing To Be Loved.

To Have A Full Stomach And Fixed Income Are No Small Things .

Your Enemy Is One Who Misunderstands You; Why Should You Not Rise Above The Fog And See His Error And Respect Him For The Good Qualities You Find In Him?

Souls Are Made Of Dawn-stuff And Starshine.