The Trust Of The Innocent Is The

The Exhilaration Was Hard To Explain. It Was A Lonely Feeling — A Somehow Melancholy Feeling. He Was Outside; He Passed On The Wings Of The Wind, And None Of The People Beyond The Brightly Lighted Squares Of Their Windows Saw Him. They Were Inside, Inside Where There Was Light And Warmth. They Didn't Know He Had Passed Them; Only He Knew. It Was A Secret Thing.

A Dimwit Thinks Nothing Is Funny Unless It's Mean.

Artistic Talent Is Far More Common Than The Talent To Nurture Artistic Talent.

Life Turns On A Dime.

You Can't Deny Laughter; When It Comes, It Plops Down In Your Favorite Chair And Stays As Long As It Wants.