I Wish We Could All

I'm Breathing . . . Are You Breathing Too? It's Nice, Isn't It?

I Wish We Could All Have Good Luck, All The Time! I Wish We Had Wings! I Wish Rain Water Was Beer!

Thomas More: Will, I'd Trust You With My Life. But Not Your Principles. You See, We Speak Of Being Anchored To Our Principles. But If The Weather Turns Nasty You Up With An Anchor And Let It Down Where There's Less Wind, And The Fishing's Better. And "look," We Say, "look, I'm Anchored! To My Principles!

This Account Of Him [thomas More] Developed As I Wrote: What First Attracted Me Was A Person Who Could Not Be Accused Of Any Incapacity For Life, Who Indeed Seized Life In Great Variety And Almost Greedy Quantities, Who Nevertheless Found Something In Himself Without Which Life Was Valueless And When That Was Denied Him Was Able To Grasp His Death.

Good Marriages Are Made In Heaven. Or Some Such Place.