Those Who Prepare For War Get It.

We Each Live In A Private, Distorted, Individual World - Stars Turning In Space, Warmed For A Moment By Each Other's Light, Then Lost In Infinite Distance.

It's The Things You Don't Do, Not The Things You Do, You Feel Most Sorry For.

The Greatest Mercy, I Have Often Thought, Of The Mediterranean Coast Lies In Its Mosquitoes. Did We Not Suffer From Their Unwelcome Attention, We Could Not Bear Our Holidays To End.

The More I See Of Dogs, The More I Like Children.

Love Needs The Stiffening Of Respect, The Give And Take Of Equality.