The Joy Of Life Is To Put

Our Dead Brothers And Sisters Still Live For Us And Bid Us Think Of Life, Not Death-of Life To Which In Their Youth They Lent The Passion And Glory Of Spring. As I Listen, The Great Chorus Of Life And Joy Begins Again, And Amid The Awful Orchestra Of Seen And Unseen Powers And Destinies Of Good And Evil, Our Trumpets Sound Once More A Note Of Daring, Hope, And Will.

Apologizing - A Very Desperate Habit - One That Is Rarely Cured. Apology Is Only Egotism Wrong Side Out.

Even The Wisest Woman You Talk To Is Ignorant Of Something You May Know, But An Elegant Woman Never Forgets Her Elegance.

Life Is Painting A Picture, Not Doing A Sum.

Nothing Is So Commonplace Has The Wish To Be Remarkable.