Fate Was Dealing From The

If Travel Has Taught Me Nothing More, And It Certainly Has, It's This: You Never Know When Some Trifling Incident, Utterly Without Significance, May Pitchfork You Into Adventure Or, By The Same Token, May Not.

Love Is Not The Dying Moan Of A Distant Violin - It's The Triumphant Twang Of A Bedspring.

Where Would The Rockefellers Be Today If Old John D. Had Gone On Selling Short-weight Kerosene ... To Widows And Orphans Instead Of Wisely Deciding To Mulct The Whole Country.

I Don't Know Where We're Going Or How We'll Get There, But When We Get There We'll Be There - And That's Something, Even If It's Nothing.

To Err Is Human, To Forgive Supine.