My Heart, My Heart, Be Whole And

The Novelties Of One Generation Are Only The Resuscitated Fashions Of The Generation Before Last.

This Is The True Joy Of Life-the Being Used For A Purpose Recognized By Yourself As A Mighty One, The Being Thoroughly Worn Out Before You Are Thrown To The Scrap-heap; The Being A Force Of Nature Instead Of A Feverish, Selfish Clod Of Ailments And Grievances.

You Propound A Complicated Arithmetical Problem: Say Cubing A Number Containing Four Digits. Give Me A Slate And Half An Hour's Time, And I Can Produce A Wrong Answer.

[man] Progresses In All Things By Making A Fool Of Himself.

A Pessimist Is A Man Who Thinks Everybody Is As Nasty As Himself, And Hates Them For It.