Beware Thoughts That Come In The Night.

What Is It In Man That For A Long While Lies Unknown And Unseen Only One Day To Emerge And Push Him Into A New Land Of The Eye, A New Region Of The Mind, A Place He Has Never Dreamed Of? Maybe It's Like The Force In Spores Lying Quietly Under Asphalt Until The Day They Push A Soft, Bulbous Mushroom Head Right Through The Pavement. There's Nothing You Can Do To Stop It.

You Never Feel Better Than When You Start Feeling Good After You've Been Feeling Bad.

Franchises And Chains Have Come To Dominate Small Communities, But Those Same Chains Have Eliminated A Lot Of The Greasy Spoons, Places You Didn't Want To Eat In The First Place.

Having Made The Trip From St. Louis To The Pacific Ocean Myself Going Up Up Up Against Twenty-five Hundred Miles Of The Missouri River, I Can Testify That It's One Of The Most Arduous Trips That Anyone Can Make On This Continent And Yet I Had A Power Boat To Do It In.

Without The Errors, Wrong Turns And Blind Alleys, Without The Doubling Back And Misdirection And Fumbling And Chance Discoveries, There Was Not One Bit Of Joy In Walking The Labyrinth.