A Parade Is The Worst Form Of

Food For Thought Is No Substitute For The Real Thing.

You Got To Be Yourself, You Got To Discard All The Bull And Get You Across ... And Get What You Have To Say Across.

In Like A Dimwit, Out Like A Light.

Too Soon We Breast The Tape And Too Late We Realize The Fun Lay In The Running. We Deny That The End Justifies The Means Without Ever Stopping To Consider That For Practical Purposes The End And The Means Are One And The Same Thing. If There Is To Be Any Satisfaction In Life It Must Come In Transit, For Who Can Tell When He Will Be Struck Down In Mid-method?

Women Aren't As Mere As They Used To Be.