If A Picture Is Worth

Humor Is, I Think, The Subtlest And Chanciest Of Literary Forms. It Is Surely Not Accidental That There Are A Thousand Novelists, Essayists, Poets Or Journalists For Each Humorist. It Is A Long, Long Time Between James Thurbers.

There Was No Answer, No Solution, No Sop, No Deliverance. What, Then, Did I Do? I Read Faster.

Hope Is Ambiguous, But Fear Is Precious.

I Sometimes Think There Is A Dimension Beyond The Four Of Experience And Einstein: Insight, That Fifth Dimension Which Promises To Liberate Us From Bondage To The Long, Imperfect Past

It Is Not That Which Is Beautiful That Pleases Us, But That Which Pleases Is Is Called Beautiful.