Money Can't Buy Happiness, But Neither Can

Some Things Are So Unexpected That No One Is Prepared For Them.

There Was No Answer, No Solution, No Sop, No Deliverance. What, Then, Did I Do? I Read Faster.

I Sometimes Think There Is A Dimension Beyond The Four Of Experience And Einstein: Insight, That Fifth Dimension Which Promises To Liberate Us From Bondage To The Long, Imperfect Past

Happiness Comes Only When We Push Our Brains And Hearts To The Farthest Reaches Of Which We Are Capable.

Every Writer Is A Narcissist. This Does Not Mean That He Is Vain; It Only Means That He Is Hopelessly Self-absorbed.