The rainbow bursts like magic on mine eyes! In hues of ancient promise there imprest.

It was a perfect night for a train. The occasional whistle told Louis of all the farewells he had ever known.

The little bee returns with evening's gloom, To join her comrades in the braided hive, Where, housed beside their might honey-comb, They dream their polity shall long survive.

When the whistle blew and the call stretched thin across the night, one had to believe that any journey could be sweet to the soul.

Eliminate blame, guilt, and worry from your diet and watch your health improve.

The scientific theory I like best is that the rings of Saturn are composed entirely of lost airline luggage.

Right action tends to be defined in terms of general individual rights and standards that have been critically examined and agreed upon by the whole society.

Mother died today. Or maybe yesterday; I can't be sure.

For those broadcasters who are less than responsible, the FCC needs to have sharper teeth to enforce the law.

There are some subjects that can only be tackled in fiction.

There are an awful lot of things going on that need understanding and explanation, but - to put it mildly - the world is a mess.

* We have come this far always believing that justice would somehow prevail. This is the burden, this is the promise, and THIS is why we will not fail.

My dear, my native soil! For whom my warmest wish to Heav'n is sent, Long may thy hardy sons of rustic toil Be blest with health, and peace, and sweet content!

The modern horror audience is wise to our tricks this lets it in on the gag.