The Business Of Life Is To Enjoy

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

The True Cook Is The Perfect Blend, The Only Perfect Blend, Of Artist And Philosopher. He Knows His Worth: He Holds In His Palm The Happiness Of Mankind, The Welfare Of Generations Yet Unborn.

How Hard It Is, Sometimes, To Trust The Evidence Of One's Senses! How Reluctantly The Mind Consents To Reality.

There Is A Kinship, A Kind Of Freemasonry, Between All Persons Of Intelligence, However Antagonistic Their Moral Outlook.

If You Want To See What Children Can Do, You Must Stop Giving Them Things.