A Bad Memory Is The Mother Of

A Bad Memory Is The Mother Of Invention.

The Cliche Is Dead Poetry.

We Soon Cease To Feel The Grief At The Deaths Of Our Friends, Yet We Continue To The End Of Our Lives To Miss Them. They Are Still With Us In Their Absence.

Every Writer And Artist Wonders What In The World People Of Other Professions Can Find To Live For.

The More We Feel Sorry For Ourselves, The Less Sorry Others Will Feel For Us. People Don't Waste Their Small Store Of Sympathy On Those Who Can Provide It So Richly For Themselves.