If Someone Wants A Sheep,

I Don't Understand These People Anymore, That Travel The Commuter-trains To Their Dormitory Towns. These People That Call Themselves Human, But, By A Pressure They Do Not Feel, Are Forced To Do Their Work Like Ants. With What Do They Fill Their Time When They Are Free Of Work On Their Silly Little Sundays? I Am Very Fortunate In My Profession. I Feel Like A Farmer, With The Airstrips As My Fields. Those That Have Once Tasted This Kind Of Fare Will Not Forget It Ever. Not So, My Friends?

Attitude Is A Paintbrush. It Colors Everything!

In Order To Cure A Feeling Of Malaise, You Have To Throw Light On It.

Sometimes We Behave As Though There Was Something More Important Than Life. But What?

All Grown-ups Were Once Children... But Only Few Of Them Remember It.