Every Dream Is A Prophecy: Every Jest

Dancing Is A Very Crude Attempt To Get Into The Rhythm Of Life.

My Opportunities Were Still There, Nay, They Multiplied Tenfold; But The Strength And Youth To Cope With Them Began To Fail, And To Need Eking Out With The Shifty Cunning Of Experience.

Whisky Is Liquid Sunshine.

Words Are Only Postage Stamps Delivering The Object For You To Unwrap

A Photographer Is Like A Cod, Which Produces A Million Eggs In Order That One May Reach Maturity.