I Only Know That All Is Lost,

My Philosophy Of Life Can Be Summed Up In Four Words: It Can't Be Helped.

It's Easy To See The Faults In People, I Know; And It's Harder To See The Good. Especially When The Good Isn't There.

I Do Not Travel. I Am Not Much Of An Extrovert, And I'm Not Much Interested In Extroverted Objects. I Do Not Care For The 'ideas' Of Novelists. Novels Are Wonderful, Of Course, But I Prefer Newspapers.

I Am Billed As A Humorist, But Of Course I Am A Tragedian At Heart.

[footnote:] To Give The Beaver His Due, He Does Things Because He Has To Do Them, Not Because He Believes That Hard Work Per Se Will Somehow Make Him A Better Beaver -- The Beaver May Be Dumb, But He Is Not That Dumb! The Beaver Was Made To Gnaw, And Gnaw He Does. There You Have Him In A Nutshell.