The Character Of Every Act Depends Upon

I Find The Great Thing In This World Is Not So Much Where We Stand, As In What Direction We Are Moving: To Reach The Port Of Heaven, We Must Sail Sometimes With The Wind And Sometimes Against It, But We Must Sail, And Not Drift, Nor Lie At Anchor.

Even The Wisest Woman You Talk To Is Ignorant Of Something You May Know, But An Elegant Woman Never Forgets Her Elegance.

To Us Who Remain Behind Is Left This Day Of Memories. Every Year--in The Full Tide Of Spring, At The Height Of The Symphony Of Flowers And Love And Life--there Comes A Pause, And Through The Silence We Hear The Lonely Pipe Of Death.

Certitude Is Not The Test Of Certainty.

What I Wouldn't Give To Be Seventy Again!