Whenever We Safely Land In A Plane,

An Old Racetrack Joke Reminds You That Your Program Contains All The Winners' Names. I Stare At My Typewriter Keys With The Same Thought.

Self-confidence Grows On Trees, In Other People's Orchards.

The Past Is Strapped To Our Backs. We Do Not Have To See It; We Can Always Feel It.

The Past Is Rich In Lessons From Which We Would Greatly Profit Except That The Present Is Always So Full Of Special Circumstances.

Society Honors Its Living Conformists And Its Dead Troublemakers.