Heaven Gives Its Glimpses Only To Those

Like A Piece Of Ice On A Hot Stove The Poem Must Ride On Its Own Melting.

It Comes Down To A Doubt About The Wisdom Of Having Children After Having Had Them, So There Is Nothing We Can Do About It But Warn The Children They Perhaps Should Have None.

Take Care To Sell Your Horse Before He Dies. The Art Of Life Is Passing Losses On.

Humor Is The Most Engaging Cowardice.

I Never Feel More At Home Than At A Ballgame.