Letters Are Like Wine; If They Are

The Man Who Lets Himself Be Bored Is Even More Contemptible Than The Bore.

Christ: I Dislike Him Very Much. Still, I Can Stand Him. What I Cannot Stand Is The Wretched Band Of People Whose Profession Is To Hoodwink Us About Him.

Autumn Is The Mellower Season, And What We Lose In Flowers We More Than Gain In Fruits.

Let Us Eat And Drink Neither Forgetting Death Unduly Nor Remembering It. The Lord Hath Mercy On Whom He Will Have Mercy, Etc., And The Less We Think About It The Better.

Life Is Not An Exact Science, It Is An Art.