People Are Like Books, Unknown Until They

Some People Were Born To Work For Others. Not In A Mindless, Servile-way--rather They Simply Work Better In A Set Regimen Of Daily Tasks And Functions. Others Were Born Of The Entrepreneurial Spirit And Enjoy The Demands Of Self-determination And The Roll Of The Dice.

I Think The Secret To A Hoppy Life Is A Selective Memory. Remember What You Are Most Grateful For And Quickly Forget What Your Not.

The First Casualty Of Hitting Rock Bottom Is Vanity.

The Reason We Start Things Is Rarely The Reason We Continue Them.

I've Wondered Why The Famous Congregate With Each Other. Perhaps It's To Assure Each Other That They Really Are As Important As They Think They Are.