How Lucky We Are To Have Such

It's Odd That You Can Get So Anesthetized By Your Own Pain Or Your Own Problem That You Don't Quite Fully Share The Hell Of Someone Close To You.

I Have Learned Something About The Job Of Being The President's Wife. She Is Not Chosen By Anyone Except Her Husband And She Really Has No Obligations Except To Him.

Art Is The Window To Man's Soul. Without It, He Would Never Be Able To See Beyond His Immediate World; Nor Could The World See The Man Within.

Then There's The Joy Of Getting Your Desk Clean, And Knowing That All Your Letters Are Answered, And You Can See The Wood On It Again.

The Coach Has Turned Into A Pumpkin And The Mice Have All Run Away.