I Hate Nobody Except Hitler--and That Is

I Was Happy As A Child With My Toys In My Nursery. I Been Happier Every Year Since I Became A Man. But This Interlude Of School Makes A Somber Grey Patch Upon The Chart Of My Journey. It Was A Unending Spell Of Worries That Did Not Then Seem Petty, And Of Toil Uncheered By Fruition; A Time Of Discomfort, Restriction And Purposeless Monotony.

Nature Has Not Intended Mankind To Work From Eight In The Morning Until Midnight Without That Refreshment Of Blessed Oblivion Which, Even If It Only Lasts Twenty Minutes, Is Sufficient To Renew All The Vital Forces.

No Two On Earth In All Things Can Agree. All Have Some Daring Singularity.

No Lover Ever Studied Every Whim Of His Mistress As I Did Those Of President Roosevelt.

There Are Two Kinds Of Success-initial And Ultimate.