Is Anything Wrong, Dear? The Old Joke

I Would Not Change [my Past Work] Anymore Than I Would Airbrush A Photo Of Myself.

How Shrunk, How Dwindled, In Our Times Creation's Mighty Seed - For Man Has Broke The Fellowship With Murder, Lust, And Greed.

Happy As A Clam, Is What My Mother Says For Happy. I Am Happy As A Clam: Hard-shelled, Firmly Closed.

Publishing A Book Is Like Stuffing A Note Into A Bottle And Hurling It Into The Sea.

Amazing How The Heart Clutches At Anything Familiar, Whimpering Mine!mine!