Death Promises Nothing--not Even Oblivion.

Sulking Is Silent Because Speaking Would Reveal Its Folly.

Age Must Give Way To Youth, No Doubt. But Not Yet, Not Yet.

True Self Is The Part Of Us That Does Not Change When Circumstances Do.

The Banker Rubs His Nose, Thinking Of His Cat Stalking Something On The Lawn.

Travelling, I Worry About Luggage, Prices, And Strange Food. At Home, I Am Free To Broaden My Mind By Thinking About The Higher Things.