“ As we grow older, our bodies get shorter and our anecdotes longer. ”
You aren't really old until nothing is fun enough to make you forget the weather.
~ Robert Quillen
There are glimpses of heaven to us in every act, or thought, or word, that raises us above ourselves.
If we wish to make a new world we have the material ready. The first one, too, was made out of chaos.
Discussion is an exchange of knowledge an argument an exchange of ignorance.
