I Must Say, I Hate Money. But

If You Wish To Live, You Must First Attend Your Own Funeral.

We Cling To Our Last Pleasures As The Tree Clings To Its Last Leaves.

To Work - To Work! It Is Such Infinite Delight To Know That We Still Have The Best Things To Do.

Do You Remember Your Childhood? I Am Always Coming Across These Marvelous Accounts By Writers Who Declare That They Remember 'everything.' I Certainly Don't. The Dark Stretches, The Blanks, Are Much Bigger Than The Bright Glimpses. I Seem To Have Spent Most Of My Time Like A Plant In A Cupboard.

Could We Change Our Attitude, We Should Not Only See Life Differently, But Life Itself Would Come To Be Different.