The Question That He Frames In All

The Difference Between A Man And His Valet: They Both Smoke The Same Cigars, But Only One Pays For Them.

You Don't Have To Deserve Your Mother's Love. You Have To Deserve Your Father S. He's More Particular. The Father Is Always A Republican Towards His Son, And His Mother's Always A Democrat.

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting. . . . Read It A Hundred Times; It Will Forever Keep Its Freshness As A Metal Keeps Its Fragrance. It Can Never Lose Its Sense Of A Meaning That Once Unfolded By Surprise As It Went.

Hell Is A Half-filled Auditorium.

Belief Is Better Than Anything Else, And It Is Best When Rapt - Above Paying Its Respects To Anybody's Doubt Whatsoever.