I´m A Stranger In A Strange Land.

The Thinking Mind Is Best Controlled By The Imagination.

There Are The Lover And The Beloved, But These Two Come From Different Countries.

Nothing Is So Musical As The Sound Of Pouring Bourbon For The First Drink On A Sunday Morning. Not Bach Or Schubert Or Any Of Those Masters.

She Stood In Front Of The Mirror A Long Time, And Finally Decided She Either Looked Like A Sap Or Else She Looked Very Beautiful. One Or The Other.

They Are The We Of Me.