It Seems To Be A Law Of

We Must Stop Talking About The American Dream And Start Listening To The Dreams Of Americans.

Strange When You Come To Think Of It, That Of All Countless Folk Who Have Lived On This Planet, Not One Is Known In History Or In Legend As Having Died Of Laughter.

For A Young Man, Sleep Is A Sure Solvent Of Distress. There Whirls Not For Him In The Night Any So Hideous Phantasmagoria As Will Not Become, In The Clarity Of The Next Morning, A Spruce Procession For Him To Lead. Brief The Vague Horror Of His Awakening; Memory Sweeps Back To Him, And He Sees Nothing Dreadful After All. "why Not?" Is The Sun's Bright Message To Him, And "why Not Indeed?" His Answer.

It Is So Much Easier To Covet What One Hasn't Than To Revel In What One Has. Also, It Is So Much Easier To Be Enthusiastic About What Exists Than About What Doesn't.

I Have Known No Man Of Genius Who Had Not To Pay, In Some Affliction Or Defect, Either Physical Or Spiritual, For What The Gods Had Given Him.