A Voter Without A Ballot Is Like

'worry' Is A Word That I Don't Allow Myself To Use.

My Constant Prayer, These Days, As I Start My Backswing Is, 'oh, Please Let Me Swing Slowly.' The Trouble Is That Sometimes I Wonder Whether I Swing At All; Whether I Am Not Strictly A Chopper.

And The Other Was This: The Doctor Did Want To Take Off My Leg Because He Thought It Was Necessary. But You Must Remember Boys In Those Days Were Raised For Two Things: Work, And Then They Made Their Play; And If You Couldn't Play Baseball And Box And Play Football, Why, Your Life Was Ended. That Was In Our Boyish Minds.

Don't Join The Book Burners... Don't Be Afraid To Go In Your Library And Read Every Book.

Sweet Praise Is Like Perfume. It Is Fine If You Don't Swallow It.