Humor is a spontaneous, wonderful bit of an outburst that just comes. It's unbridled, its unplanned, it's full of suprises.

Volunteers are the only human beings on the face of the earth who reflect this nation's compassion, unselfish caring, patience, and just plain love for one another.

My son did not show signs of a money deficiency until he opened his small fist in the nursery and found it was empty.

It seemed rather incongruous that in a society of super sophisticated communication, we often suffer from a shortage of listeners.

I've always been intrigued with the variety of answers this generation will give their children who ask, "Where did I come from, Mommy?" They will range from "Number 176 vial in Buffalo, New York," to "You were defrosted."

Let us hope manufacturers can come up with a diaper that is environmentally sound. To go back to cloth would send us back to the day when breathing and raising a baby at the same time were incompatible.

What makes people laugh? . . . It's a happy marriage between a person who needs to laugh and someone who's got one to give.