Even The Finest Workman Needs To Inspect

To Ponder Is Not To Brood Or Grieve Or Even Meditate. It Is To Wonder At A Deep Level.

I Wanted To Be A Citizen Of The World But Not In A Superficial Way.

As One Old Gentleman Put It, " Son, I Don't Care If You're Stark Nekkid And Wear A Bone In Your Nose. If You Kin Fiddle, You're All Right With Me. It's The Music We Make That Counts.

We’re All A Little Weird. And Life Is A Little Weird. And When We Find Someone Whose Weirdness Is Compatible With Ours, We Join Up With Them And Fall Into Mutually Satisfying Weirdness — And Call It Love — True Love.

Remember The Little Seed In The Styrofoam Cup. The Roots Go Down And The Plant Goes Up And Nobody Really Knows How Or Why, But We Are All Like That.