Even The Finest Workman Needs

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

The Name Is Not Important Anymore - It's The Tone That Counts. I Feel Like An Old Dog I Know. He Will Come To Any Name You Call Him, Just So Long As Your Demeanor Carries With It The Promise Of Affection And Food

I Love This Child. Red-haired - Patient And Gentle Like Her Mother - Fey And Funny Like Her Father. When She Giggles I Can Hear Him When He And I Were Young. I Am Part Of This Child. It May Be Only Because We Share Genes And That Therefore Smell Familiar To Each Other.... It May Be That A Part Of Me Lives In Her In Some Important Way.... But For Now, It's Jelly Beans And 'old Macdonald' That Unite Us.

Everyone Has Doors In The Living Room Of Their Lives That They Assume Are Locked. Doors That Lead To Artistic Expression. People Say "i Have No Talent -- I Can't Dance Or Sing Or Paint Or Write Poetry Or Play An Instrument." More Often Than Not The Doors Are Not Locked, Just Closed. One May Turn The Handle, Open The Door And Pass Through Into A Larger Life Space.

We Even Make Ourselves Up, Fusing What We Are With What We Wish Into What We Must Become. I'm Not Sure Why It Must Be So, But It Is.