Life never tires of testing the proposition that life must go on.

If it doesn't work horizontally as prose... it probably won't work any better vertically pretending to be poetry.

I've lived enough of my life story to know this- Fate writes the book, but you make the movie.

Be the master of your fate, be the captain of your soul, but do not hesitate, should the chance befall you, to be the slave of your heart.

Ever wonder what crime you committed that you are confined to a small enclosure above your sinuses, under permanent skull arrest?

Nowadays you envy a manic-depressive. Half the time he's happy, the other half he's right.

As you wait for better days, don't forget to enjoy today, in case they've already started.