An Empty Man Is Full Of Himself.

Critics Are Like Ticks On A Dog Or Tits On A Motor: Ornamental But Dysfunctional.

I Have Been A Lucky Man. But Someone Has To Be.

It Is Not Death Or Dying That Is Tragic, But Rather To Have Existed Without Fully Participating In Life- That Is The Deepest Personal Tragedy.

One Must Be Reasonable In One's Demands On Life. For Myself, All That I Ask Is: (1) Accurate Information; (2) Coherent Knowledge; (3) Deep Understanding; (4) Infinite Loving Wisdom; (5) No More Kidney Stones, Please.

Reincarnation? There Is Such A Thing. What Could Be More Mozartian Than The Nutcracker Suite?