The Dead Are The Only People To

Alcohol Is An Allergy Of The Body And An Obsession Of The Mind.

Aunt Mimi Possessed A Horror Of Silence, Which She Battled With Endless Chat. The Typhoid Mary Of The Telephone Started Her Calls At 6:30 Each Morning.

I No Longer Idolize Reason. I Have Come To Accept That Ninety Percent Of What We Do Is Irrational And That We Spend What Little Rational Thought We Have In Justifying Our Irrationality.

The Price Of Dishonesty Is Self-destruction.

Intuition Is A Suspension Of Logic Due To Impatience.