There has to be a cut-off somewhere between the freedom of expression and a graphically explicit free-for-all.

Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don't know you're having one until you're right in the middle of it.

So it's true, when all is said and done, grief is the price we pay for love.

There are so many problems to solve on this planet first before we begin to trash other worlds.

If you are what you eat, you are what you see and hear.

Liberace was certainly master and commander of the ivories ~ he is the only pianist I can watch or listen to without suffering a case of 'Stagefright Sympathy Sickness'.

Evil influence is like a nicotine patch, you cannot help but absorb what sticks to you.