Souls Are Made Of Dawn-stuff And Starshine.

Life Is A Voyage, And We Are All Sailing Under Sealed Orders. We Plan, Plot, Scheme And Arrange, And Some Fine Day Fate Steps In And Our Dreams Are Tossed Into The Yeasty Deep. We Grin And Bear It--anyway We Bear It: It Is The Only Thing To Do.

So Long As Governments Set The Example Of Killing Their Enemies, Private Individuals Will Occasionally Kill Theirs.

Nature: The Unseen Intelligence Which Loved Us Into Being, And Is Disposing Of Us By The Same Token

Responsibility Is The Price Of Freedom.

Of All Blessings, No Gift Equals The Gentle, Trusting Love And Companionship Of A Good Woman.