It Takes A Wise Man To Handle

There Is In Us A Lyric Germ Or Nucleus Which Deserves Respect; It Bids A Man To Ponder Or Create; And In This Dim Corner Of Himself He Can Take Refuge And Find Consolations Which The Society Of His Fellow Creatures Does Not Provide.

Has Any Man Ever Obtained Inner Harmony By Simply Reading About The Experiences Of Others? Not Since The World Began Has It Ever Happened. Each Man Must Go Through The Fire Himself.

The Longer One Lives, The More One Realizes That Nothing Is A Dish For Every Day.

One Can Always Trust To Time. Insert A Wedge Of Time And Nearly Everything Straightens Itself Out.

To Find A Friend One Must Close One Eye. To Keep Him...two.