Someone went upside my head again.
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
If one morning I walked on top of the water across the Potomac River, the headline that afternoon would read "President Can't Swim".
The price one pays for pursuing any profession or calling is an intimate knowledge of its ugly side.
I've grown to realize the joy that comes from little victories is preferable to the fun that comes from ease and the pursuit of pleasure.
Humor is also a way of saying something serious.
Fig Newton: The force required to accelerate a fig 39.37 inches per sec.