I Don't Waste Too Much

To Live Long And Achieve Happiness, Cultivate The Art Of Radiating Happiness.

What's An Expert? I Read Somewhere, That The More A Man Knows, The More He Knows, He Doesn't Know. So I Suppose One Definition Of An Expert Would Be Someone Who Doesn't Admit Out Loud That He Knows Enough About A Subject To Know He Doesn't Really Know How Much.

As You Get Older There Shouldn't Be Anything You Won't Try. The Payoff Is That You Open Up Whole New Avenues That Are Fun. It's A Misinterpretation Of Life To Live It Only In Preparation For The Next One. To Subordinate The One You've Got To An Indefinite Next Round Is Foolish. It's A Waste Of This Life Not To Live This Life. What's Next Is Anybody's Guess.

It Is A Damned Sight Easier To Start Wars Than To End Them. This Truth Has Been Stated For As Long And As Often As It Has Been Ignored. High Time And Thank God, We Are At Least Moving Toward De-escalation In Vietnam. The Road To Extrication Will Be Long, Painful, Bitter. But It Must Be Trod. We Are So Bogged Down In Vietnam That We Cannot Respond Effectively Anywhere Else In The World To A Military Power Play Except Through Atomic Bombardment.

I Haven't A Clue About The Biology Or The Psychology Involved When A Person Dissolves Into Tears, But It Is Quite Fascinating To Note What Turns Them On. There Are Wives Who Can Cascade Over A Late Husband Or A Burned Dinner, And Equally Pour Tears Of Joy Over A New Bonnet Or A Renovated Bathroom.... A While Ago I Took A Ship Back From Europe. Amid The Tumbling Confetti ... I Found Myself Misty-eyed Watching A Young Lady Waving A Tearful Farewell To Her Boyfriend On The Dock. I Couldn't Figure Out If I Was Crying At Her Plight, Or In Delight That He Wasn't Coming Along With Us.