In God We Trust; All

In All My Years Of New York Cab Riding I Have Yet To Find The Colorful, Philosophical Cabdriver That Keeps Popping Up On The Late Movies.

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.

Can You Imagine 4,000 Years Passing, And You're Not Even A Memory? Think About It, Friends. It's Not Just A Possibility. It Is A Certainty.

There Are Fewer Things More Thrilling In Life Than Lumpy Letters. That Rattle.

The Reality Of What We Really Are Is Often Times Found In The Small Snips, Way Down At The Bottom Of Things.