The Fog Comes On Little Cat Feet.

What Else Have I Done Nearly All My Life Than Go Hungry And Go On Singing?

When One Has The Right Swing And Enthusiasm, Selling Is Not Unlike Hunting, A Veritable Sport. To Scare Up The Game By Preliminary Talk And To Know How Long To Follow It, To Lose Your Gain Through Poorly Directed Argument, To Hang On To Game That Finally Eludes, To Boldly Confront, To Quickly Circle Around, To Keep On The Trail, Tireless And Keen, Till You Have Bagged Some Orders, There Is Some Satisfaction In Returning At Night, Tired Of The Trail, But Proud Of The Days Work Done.

God, Let Me Remember All Good Losers.

Time Is The Coin Of Our Live. We Must Take Care How We Spend It.

Men Of Ideas Vanish When Freedom Vanishes.