A Goal Without A Plan Is A

When A Man Sends You An Impudent Letter, Sit Right Down And Give It Back To Him With Interest Ten Times Compounded, And Then Throw Both Letters In The Wastebasket.

Miracle: An Event Described By Those To Whom It Was Told By Men Who Did Not See It.

I Have No Perfect Panacea For Human Ills. And Even If I Had I Would Not Attempt To Present A System Of Philosophy Between The Soup And Fish.

Souls Are Made Of Dawn-stuff And Starshine.

The Mintage Of Wisdom Is To Know That Rest Is Rust, And That Real Life Is Love, Laughter, And Work.