Books Are A Habit-forming Drug.

In The Midst Of Life, We Are In Death.

I Don't Go In For Being Sorry For People. For One Thing It's Insulting. One Is Only Sorry For People When They're Sorry For Themselves. Self-pity Is One Of The Biggest Stumbling Blocks In The World Today.

I Have Always Admired The Esquimaux (eskimos). One Fine Day A Delicious Meal Is Cooked For Dear Old Mother, And Then She Goes Walking Away Over The Ice, And Doesn't Come Back.

The Human Face Is, After All, Nothing More Nor Less Than A Mask.

The Truth, However Ugly In Itself, Is Always Curious And Beautiful To Seekers After It.