Nothing Easier Than To Confuse Busyness With

Striving Toward A Goal Puts A More Pleasing Construction On Our Advance Toward Death.

I'm Being Treated Like A Sex Object, Cried The Lady. No Matter. I Will Take Care Of It, Said Time Soothingly.

We Express Disappointment In Everything Except Ourselves.

Age Must Give Way To Youth, No Doubt. But Not Yet, Not Yet.

Position Yourself Well Enough, And Circumstances Will Do The Rest.