Middle Age Is The Time When A

Nearly Every Night Before I Go To Bed I Ask Myself, "have I Vibrated In Tune With The Infinite Today, Or Have I Failed?

Middle Age Is The Time When A Man Is Always Thinking That In A Week Or Two He Will Feel As Good As Ever.

I Suppose The Human Race Is Doing The Best It Can But Hells Bells Thats Only An Explanation Its Not An Excuse.

The Trouble With The Public Is That There Is Too Much Of It; What We Need In Public Is Less Quantity And More Quality.

There Was Once A Hindu Sage, Who Sat Down On The Banks Of The Ganges And Thought For Seventy Years About The Millennium. Just As He Arrived At The Solution And Was Putting It Into Verse, A Mosquito Stung Him And He Forgot It Again At Once.