Young Man, The Secret Of My Success

There Is In All Men A Demand For The Superlative, So Much So That The Poor Devil That Has No Other Way Of Reaching It Attains It By Getting Drunk.

The Wind Blows Out, The Bubble Dies; The Spring Entomb'd In Autumn Lies; The Dew Dries Up; The Star Is Shot; The Flight Is Past, And Man Forgot.

The Axis Of The Earth Sticks Out Visibly Through The Center Of Each And Every Town Or City.

Taxes Are The Price We Pay For A Civilized Society.

Many Ideas Grow Better When Transplanted Into Another Mind Than In The One Where They Sprung Up.