No Vice Is So Bad As Advice.

If A Man Is Worth Loving At All, He Is Worth Loving Generously, Even Recklessly.

That's The Unfortunate Thing About Death. It's So Terribly Final.

There Is A Vast Difference Between Success At Twenty-five And Success At Sixty. At Sixty, Nobody Envies You. Instead, Everybody Rejoices Generously, Sincerely, In Your Good Fortune.

There Are Very Few Persons Who Would Think Of Inquiring Into The Private Life Of The Newspaper Dealer At The Corner, Or The Druggist, Or The Doctor, Or Even A Mah Jong Partner, But The Moment One Belongs To The Theatrical Profession, The Public Usually Feels Cheated Unless It Knows One's Inmost Thoughts Of Love.

Never One Thing And Seldom One Person Can Make For A Success. It Takes A Number Of Them Merging Into One Perfect Whole.