Louis is a musician. Like most musicians, he is in need of money. - E.B. White

"The crickets sang in the grasses. They sang the song of summer's ending, a sad monotonous song. "Summer is over and gone, over and gone, over and gone. Summer is dying, dying." A little maple tree heard the cricket song and turned bright red with anxiety."

I arise in the morning torn between a desire to improve the world and a desire to enjoy the world.

"I am reminded of the advice of my neighbor. "Never worry about your heart till it stops beating.