He Knows So Little And Knows It

Words, Like Acts, Become Stale When They Are Repeated.

Moderation Has Never Yet Engineered An Explosion

Cynicism Is A Sure Sign Of Youth.

The Older I Grow The More Earnestly I Feel That The Few Joys Of Childhood Are The Best That Life Has To Give.

No Matter How Vital Experience Might Be While You Lived It, No Sooner Was It Ended And Dead Than It Became As Lifeless As The Piles Of Dry Dust In A School History Book.