A Fine Artist Is One Who Makes

Luck Usually Visits Me At 2 Am On A Cold Morning When, Red-eyed And Bone-weary, I Am Pouring Over Law Books Preparing A Case. It Never Visits Me When I Am At The Cinema, On A Golf Course Or Reclining In An Easy Chair.

A Father Is A Thousand Schoolmasters.

Where There Is No Difference, There Is Only Indifference.

A Man Who Works With His Hands Is A Laborer; A Man Who Works With His Hands And His Brain Is A Craftsman; But A Man Who Works With His Hands And His Brain And His Heart Is An Artist.

True Religion Is The Life We Lead, Not The Creed We Profess.