There Is A Natural Hootchy-kootchy Motion To

Suddenly He Stops. He Looks Up. For, Lo, There She Stands. The Girl Of His Dreams. Who She Is Or Whence She Came, He Knows Not, Nor Does He Care For His Heart Tells Him That Here, Here Is The Maid Predestined To Be His Bride.

Get A Good Idea And Stay With It. Dog It, And Work At It Until It's Done Right.

Life Is Composed Of Lights And Shadows, And We Would Be Untruthful, Insincere, And Saccharine If We Tried To Pretend There Were No Shadows.

I Don't Know If It's Art, But I Know I Like It.

Your Talent Makes You Who You Are. You Should Be Proud Of It.