The Object Of Art Is To Give

Have You Noticed That Life, With Murders And Catastrophes And Fabulous Inheritances, Happens Almost Exclusively In Newspapers?

It Bothered Me That Whatever Was Waiting Wasn't Waiting For Me

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

Tragedy Is Restful: And The Reason Is That Hope, That Foul, Deceitful Thing, Has No Part In It.

Some Men Like To Make A Little Garden Out Of Life And Walk Down A Path