The Business Of Life Is To Enjoy

It Is One Of The Maladies Of Our Age To Profess A Frenzied Allegiance To Truth In Unimportant Matters, To Refuse Consistently To Face Her Where Graver Issues Are At Stake.

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.

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

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

A Man Who Is Stingy With Saffron Is Capable Of Seducing His Own Grandmother.