I Am 82 Years Old. I Imagine

From Where We Stand The Rain Seems Random. If We Could Stand Somewhere Else, We Would See The Order In It.

The First Chapter Law Is, "don't Spend Much Time On It. You're Going To Have To Rewrite It."

Having Grown Up In Oklahoma When It Was One Of The Last States Which Prohibited Liquor, I Grew Up With War On Drugs, Where Every Teenager Knew Who The Bootleggers Were

If You Are Not For Yourself, Who Will Be For You? If You Are Only For Yourself, What Are You? If Not Now, When?

Everything Is Connected. The Wing Of The Corn Beetle Affects The Direction Of The Wind, The Way The Sand Drifts, The Way The Light Reflects Into The Eye Of Man Beholding His Reality. All Is Part Of Totality, And In This Totality Man Finds His Hozro, His Way Of Walking In Harmony, With Beauty All Around Him.