If The Shoe Fits You're Lucky.

Speaking Of Birthdays, Our Firstborn [recently Turned 2]. As Parents Sometimes Fondly Do, We Reminisced A Bit About His Early Days On Earth-the Excitement, The Wonder, The Fears When We Brought Him Home. His Every Squeak Or Squawk We Were Sure Heralded Some Terrible Crisis; I Tested The Warmth Of Formulas From Dusk To Dawn, It Seemed. We Were So Germ-conscious My Wife Even Sterilized The Skin Of The Oranges Before Squeezing Them. How Firstborns Ever Survive Their Parents' Attentions Is Beyond Me. However, They Do, And He Did, And, In Spite Of Our Efforts, He Turned Out To Be Quite A Good Guy.

When You Cease To Dream You Cease To Live.

Things There Are No Solution To: Inflation, Bureaucracy & Dandruff.

Retirement Kills More People Than Hard Work Ever Did.

I Think The Foremost Quality - There's No Success Without It - Is Really Loving What You Do. If You Love It, You Do It Well, And There's No Success If You Don't Do Well What You're Working At.