April Prepares Her Green Traffic Light And

The Evening Papers Print What They Do And Get Away With It Because By Afternoon The Human Mind Is Ruined Anyhow.

Big Shots Are Only Little Shots Who Keep Shooting.

Blessed Is He Who Has Never Been Tempted; For He Knows Not The Frailty Of His Rectitude.

Read, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Reading. Think, Every Day, Something No One Else Is Thinking. Do, Every Day, Something No One Else Would Be Silly Enough To Do. It Is Bad For The Mind To Continually Be Part Of Unanimity.

It Is Unfair To Blame Man Too Fiercely For Being Pugnacious; He Learned The Habit From Nature.