Sitting in an English garden waiting for the sun$$$ and if the sun don't come$$$ we'll be standing in the English rain.

You know the way people begin to look like their dogs? Well$$$ we're beginning to look like each other.

Paul and I know each other on a lot of different levels that very few people know about.

And their days make no story for they were good and joyful and without event.

My trust is in the mercy and wisdom of a kind Providence$$$ who ordereth all things for our good.

Of what import are brief$$$ nameless lives . . . to Galactus?

People don't like to have somebody knowing more than they do. It aggravates them.

I don't like defining myself. I just am.

It's not time to worry yet.

Play always as if in the presence of a master.