Happiness In Intelligent People Is The Rarest

I Am Thee And Thou Art Me And All Of One Is The Other.

You Never Understand Anybody That Loves You.

The Real Reason For Not Committing Suicide Is Because You Always Know How Swell Life Gets Again After The Hell Is Over.

That Every Day Should Be A Fiesta Seemed To Me A Wonderful Discovery.

There Is A Mystery In All Great Writing And That Mystery Does Not Dissect Out. It Continues And Is Always Valid.