I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has

People Are Either Born Hosts Or Born Guests.

You Will Find That The Woman Who Is Really Kind To Dogs Is Always One Who Has Failed To Inspire Sympathy In Men.

But To Die Of Laughter--this, Too, Seems To Me A Great Euthanasia.

It Distresses Me, This Failure To Keep Pace With The Leaders Of Thought, As They Pass Into Oblivion.

It Seems To Be A Law Of Nature That No Man, Unless He Has Some Obvious Physical Deformity, Ever Is Loth To Sit For His Portrait.