Wherever And However Any One Of Us

Maybe We Should Develop A Crayola Bomb As Our Next Secret Weapon. A Happiness Weapon. A Beauty Bomb. And Every Time A Crisis Developed, We Would Launch One. And People Would Smile And Get A Little Funny Look On Their Faces And Cover The World With Imagination.

My Goal Now Is To Dance All The Dances As Long As I Can, And Then To Sit Down Contented After The Last Elegant Tango Some Sweet Night And Pass On Because There Wasn't Another Dance Left In Me.

The Gift Was Not Large As Money Goes, And My Need Was Not Great, But The Spirit Of The Gift Is Beyond Price And Leaves Me Blessed And In Debt.

To Be Human Is To Keep Rattling The Bars Of The Cage Of Existence, Hollering, 'what's It For?'

The Grass Is Not Always Greener On The Other Side Of The Fence. The Grass Is Greenest Where It Is Watered.