Time Is Your Total Capital, And The

There Ought Not To Be Anything In The Whole Universe That Man Can't Poke His Nose Into-that's The Way We're Built And I Assume That There's Some Reason For That.

He Never Gave Up His Search For The Door Into Summer.

God Split Himself Into A Myriad Parts That He Might Have Friends. This May Not Be True, But It Sounds Good, And Is No Sillier Than Any Other Theology.

All Cats Are Not Gray After Midnight.

Logic Is A Feeble Reed, Friend.