Christmas Isn't A Season. It's A Feeling.

Opinion! If Every One Had So Little Tact As To Give Their True Opinion When It Was Asked This Would Be A Miserable World.

Now Gae Your Wa'stho'anes As Gude As Ever Happit Flesh And Blude, Yet Part We Maunthe Case Sae Hard Is, Amang The Writers And The Bardies That Lang They'll Brook The Auld I Trow, Or Neibours Cry,'weel Brook The New'.

It's Terrible To Realize That You Don't Learn How To Live Until You're Ready To Die; And, Then It's Too Late.

Writing Is Not An Amusing Occupation. It Is A Combination Of Ditch-digging, Mountain-climbing, Treadmill And Childbirth.

The Feminine In The Man Is The Sugar In The Whisky. The Masculine In The Woman Is The Yeast In The Bread. Without These Ingredients The Result Is Flat, Without Tang Or Flavor.