Happiness Is A Kind Of Gratitude And

A Tragic Writer Does Not Have To Believe In God, But He Must Believe In Man.

The Flowers Never Waste Their Sweetness On The Desert Air Or, For That Matter, On The Jungle Air. In Fact, They Waste It Only When Nobody Except A Human Being Is There To Smell It. It Is For The Bugs And A Few Birds, Not For Men, That They Dye Their Petals Or Waft Their Scents.

Cats Seem To Go On The Principle That It Never Does Any Harm To Ask For What You Want.

When A Man Wantonly Destroys One Of The Works Of Man We Call Him A Vandal. When He Destroys One Of The Works Of God We Call Him A Sportsman.

What A Man Knows Is Everywhere At War With What He Wants.