He Who Does Not Bellow The Truth

I Prefer A Saint With Faults To A Sinner With None.

Any Father Whose Son Raises His Hand Against Him Is Guilty Of Having Produced A Son Who Raised His Hand Against Him.

Homer Is New This Morning, And Perhaps Nothing Is As Old As Today's Newspaper.

Love Is Rarer Than Genius Itself. And Friendship Is Rarer Than Love.

A Word Is Not The Same With One Writer As With Another. One Tears It From His Guts. The Other Pulls It Out Of His Overcoat Pocket.