I'm Like A Good Cheese.

The Need Is Great And So Are The Opportunities To Make A Difference.

It Seems To Me That The Older I Get, The More Running Around I Do With Less Satisfaction, Just Spinning My Wheels.

Now Then, If We Were To Go The Lowest Road And Plaster My Face On The Bottle Of Oil And Vinegar Dressing Just To Line Our Pockets, It Would Sink. But To Go The Low Road To Get To The High Road- Shameless Exploitation For Charity, For The Common Good- Now That's An Idea Worth The Hustle, A Reciprocal Trade Agreement.

I Don't Go For The So-called "intimate" Stuff. Column Items That Report: "minerva Ferncroft Sleeps In Pink Dusting Powder Between Puce-colored Sheets In A Heart-shaped Bed." It Leaves Me Cold.

We Are Such Spendthrifts With Our Lives, The Trick Of Living Is To Slip On And Off The Planet With The Least Fuss You Can Muster. I’m Not Running For Sainthood. I Just Happen To Think That In Life We Need To Be A Little Like The Farmer, Who Puts Back Into The Soil What He Takes Out.