Anytime You Make A Person

One Senses, In All Autobiography, A Straining Toward Perfection, Perfection Of A Kind That Connects The Individual With A Cosmic Pattern Which, Because It Is Perfect In Itself, Verifies That Individuals Own Potential Perfection.

For Those At Home, As Well As For Those In Battle, War Is Curiously Disabling. The Mere Realization That One's Country Is At War Poisons The Bloodstream, Creates An Incessant Mood Of Worry That Infiltrates Even The Most Casual Moments.

The Trick In Foraging For A Tooth Lost In Coffee Grounds Is Not To Be Misled By The Clumps. The Only Way To Be Sure Is To Rub Each Clump Between Your Thumb And Index Finger, Which Makes A Mess Of Your Hands.

Uncle Scrooge Preferred To Let The Poor Die "and Decrease The Surplus Population." Scrooge May Not Have Had God On His Side, But His Arithmetic Was Impeccable.

When You Have The Goods, You Don't Need To Dress Up What You're Writing.