I Admit To Having An Imagination Feverish

When Life Hands Us A Beutiful Bouquet Of Flowers We Stare At It In Cautious Expectation Of A Bee.

Unreason Is An Essential Medicine As Long As You Do Not Overdose.

If Wishes Were Filet Mignon, We'd Always Eat Well At Dinner

Books Showed Me That There Were Other Ways To Live A Life.

He Once Told Me That An August Evening Was "as Hot As Three Toads In A Cuisinart," A Comparison That Left Me Blinking Two Days Later.