Deep-seated Preferences Cannot Be Argued About -

If I Had A Formula For Bypassing Trouble, I Would Not Pass It Around. Trouble Creates A Capacity To Handle It.

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.

Our Dead Brothers And Sisters Still Live For Us And Bid Us Think Of Life, Not Death-of Life To Which In Their Youth They Lent The Passion And Glory Of Spring. As I Listen, The Great Chorus Of Life And Joy Begins Again, And Amid The Awful Orchestra Of Seen And Unseen Powers And Destinies Of Good And Evil, Our Trumpets Sound Once More A Note Of Daring, Hope, And Will.

The Individual Will Always Be A Minority. If A Man Is In A Minority Of One, We Lock Him Up.

Knowledge And Timber Shouldn't Be Much Used Till They Are Seasoned.