All pain is either severe or slight, if slight, it is easily endured; if severe, it will without doubt be brief.

As that the walls worn thin, permit the mind To look out through, and his Frailty find.

When you aim for perfection you discover it is a moving target.

A man must get a thing before he can forget it.

If someone listens, or strectches out a hand, or whispers a kind word of encouragement, or attempts to understand a lonely person, extraordinary things begin to happen. -Loretta Girzartis.

There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.

Telling the boss what a good worker you are is worth 1%..showing him is worth 96%.

For good and evil, man is a free creative spirit. This produces the very queer world we live in, a world in continuous creation and therefore continuous change and insecurity.

hose job (cheated again).

When love came first to earth, the Spring Spread rose-beds to receive him.

What is a king? a man condemn'd to bear The public burthen of the nation's care.

The go-between wears out a thousand sandals.

A bachelor never quite gets over the idea that he is a thing of beauty and a boy forever.

Asking the boss for a rise may not be patriotic, but it will help the government with the extra tax if it comes off.

Music must rank as the highest of the arts -- more than any other, it ministers to human welfare.

One who is in a perilous emergency thinks with his legs.

The mystery of government is not how Washington works but how to make it stop.

The Piglet, the Sheep, and the Goat A young pig was shut up in a fold-yard with a Goat and a Sheep. On one occasion when the shepherd laid hold of him, he grunted and squeaked and resisted violently. The Sheep and the Goat complained of his distressing cries, saying, He often handles us, and we do not cry out. To this the Pig replied, Your handling and mine are very different things. He catches you only for your wool, or your milk, but he lays hold on me for my very life.

Ah, but a man's reach should exceed his grasp, Or what's a heaven for?

The trees of life randomly grow but the graves of Arlington are set in rows.