Time collapses and expands like an erratic accordion.

Education can't make us all leaders, but it can teach us which leader to follow.

When giving comes directly from the heart, it can never disappoint or embarrass.

Never mind the cream; it will always rise to the top. It's the skim milk that needs good teachers.

I am writing this during my lunch period, because I need to reach towards the outside world of sanity, because I am overwhelmed by the sheer weight of the clerical work still to be done, and because at this hour of the morning normal ladies are still sleeping.

Time collapses and expands like an erratic accordion.

To the outside world, of course, this job is a cinch: 9 to 3, five days a week, two months' summer vacation with pay, all legal holidays, prestige and respect. My mother, for example, has the pleasant notion that my day consists of nodding graciously to the rustle of starched curtsies and a chorus of respectful voices bidding me good morning.