If You Do Not Think

The Talked-about Is Always The Last To Hear The Talk . . .

The Law Is What It Is-a Majestic Edifice, Sheltering All Of Us, Each Stone Of Which Rests On Another.

Dreaming Is The Poetry Of Life, And We Must Be Forgiven If We Indulge In It A Little.

It Isnot Good Enough Tospend Time And Ink Indescribing The Penultimate Sensations And Physical Movements Of People Getting Into A State Of Rut, We All Know Them So Well.

Life Calls The Tune, We Dance.