In My Belief, A Harvest Is Also

The One Universal Form Of Art Is Music.

I've Always Thought That The Most Perfect Fate Which Could Befall Any Woman Would Be To Be Born A Rich Widow.

Sometimes There Is A Greater Lack Of Communication In Facile Talking Than In Silence.

There's Nothing Like Fishing To Pass The Time And To Incline Toward A Sort Of Magnificent Stupidity In Which Nothing Matters But Tackle, Bait, Sunlight And The Strike.

One Of The Dreariest Spots On Life's Road Is The Point Of Conviction That Nothing Will Ever Again Happen To You.