No One Asked You To Be Happy.

Be Happy. It's One Way Of Being Wise.

Sincerity Is Not A Spontaneous Flower Nor Is Modesty Either.

In The Matter Of Furnishing, I Find A Certain Absence Of Ugliness Far Worse Than Ugliness.

At Sixty-three Years Of Age, Less A Quarter, One Still Has Plans.

In Its Early Stages, Insomnia Is Almost An Oasis In Which Those Who Have To Think Or Suffer Darkly Take Refuge.