As A Man Lives And Thinks, So

Slang Is Vigorous And Apt. Probably Most Of Our Vital Words Were Once Slang.

It Was Such A Spring Day As Breathes Into A Man An Ineffable Yearning, A Painful Sweetness, A Longing That Makes Him Stand Motionless, Looking At The Leaves Or Grass, And Fling Out His Arms To Embrace He Knows Not What.

Beginnings Are Always Messy.

Headlines Twice The Size Of The Events.

Life Calls The Tune, We Dance.