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Laughter Is A Sunbeam Of The Soul.

War Is Only A Cowardly Escape From The Problems Of Peace.

I Never Can Understand How Anyone Can Not Smoke It Deprives A Man Of The Best Part Of Life. With A Good Cigar In His Mouth A Man Is Perfectly Safe, Nothing Can Touch Him, Literally.

A Solitary, Unused To Speaking Of What He Sees And Feels, Has Mental Experiences Which Are At Once More Intense And Less Articulate Than Those Of A Gregarious Man.

Art Is The Funnel, As It Were, Through Which Spirit Is Poured Into Life.