A Graceful Taunt Is Worth A Thousand

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 Beautiful Lady Is An Accident Of Nature. A Beautiful Old Lady Is A Work Of Art.

I Know Of No Higher Fortitude Than Stubborness In The Face Of Overwhelming Odds.

A Father Is A Thousand Schoolmasters.

A Fine Artist Is One Who Makes Familiar Things New And New Things Familiar.