Life Is A Foreign Language; All Men

Truth Is What Every Man Sees Lurking At The Bottom Of His Own Soul, Like The Oyster Shell Housewives Put In The Kitchen Kettle To Collect The Lime From The Water. By And By Each Man's Iridescent Oyster Shell Of Truth Becomes Coated With The Lime Of Prejudice And Hearsay.

Friendships Do Not Grow Up In Any Carefully Tended And Contemplated Fashion.... They Begin Haphazard.

The World Has Been Printing Books For 450 Years, And Yet Gunpowder Still Has A Wider Circulation. Never Mind! Printer's Ink Is The Greater Explosive: It Will Win.

Any Man Worth His Salt Has By The Time He Is Forty-five Accumulated A Crown Of Thorns, And The Problem Is To Learn To Wear It Over One Ear.

Poetry Comes With Anger, Hunger And Dismay; It Does Not Often Visit Groups Of Citizens Sitting Down To Be Literary Together, And Would Appal Them If It Did.