There Have Been As Many

Time Is A Great Teacher, Who Can Live Without Hope?

Life Is Like An Onion. You Peel It Off One Layer At A Time, And Sometimes You Weep.

Be Careful With Your Words, Once They Are Said, They Can Only Be Forgiven, Not Forgotten.

I Am Still Studying Verbs And The Mystery Of How They Connect Nouns. I Am More Suspicious Of Adjectives Than At Any Other Time In All My Born Days.

Under The Summer Roses When The Flagrant Crimson Lurks In The Dusk Of The Wild Red Leaves, Love, With Little Hands, Comes And Touches You With A Thousand Memories, And Asks You Beautiful, Unanswerable Questions.