From my files on November 6, 1995
Unshared joy is an unlighted candle.
Memory is the diary we all carry with us.
The heart holds things the mind forgets.
Swallowing pride never choked anyone.
If your nose runs and your feet smell, Did you hear the one about the firefly
perhaps you were made upside down.
who backed into an electric fan?
He was delighted.
From my files on October, 1995
These Tidbits are from the Every man has a right to be conceited Corporal: where did you get that black eye?
Happiness is not a station you arrive at, What do the robins eat, Mummy? The Lord gave us two ends to use; “How long was your last cook with you?”
Reader's Digest, dated October 1942.
until he is successful.
Private: I went to a dance and was struck
by the beauty of the place.
but a manner of traveling.
Worms, dear.
And what do the worms eat?
The dead robins, darling.
One to think with, one to sit with.
The war depends on which we choose;
Heads up we win, tails we lose!
“She was never with us.
She was against us.”
