Thought Is A Disease Of The Brain.

Creativity Is The Ability To See Relationships Where None Exist.

Here Was A Flower (the Daisy Reflected) Strangely Like Itself And Yet Utterly Unlike Itself Too. Such A Paradox Has Often Been The Basis For The Most Impassioned Love.

Sometimes The Whole World Is Mud Luscious And Puddle Wonderful

Though Opposition Is A Hopeless Task, Acquiescence Would Be Worse.

Let Me Tell You About The End Of The World. It Happened Fifty Years Ago. Maybe A Hundred. And Since Then It's Been Lovely. I Mean It. Nobody Tries To Bother You. You Can Relax. You Know What? I Like The End Of The World.