There Is No Joy So Great As

Drop The Last Year Into The Silent Limbo Of The Past. Let It Go, For It Was Imperfect, And Thank God That It Can Go.

Good Plays Drive Bad Playgoers Crazy.

In The Ideal Sense Nothing Is Uninteresting; There Are Only Uninterested People.

Nothing A Man Writes Can Please Him As Profoundly As Something He Does With His Back, Shoulders And Hands. For Writing Is An Artificial Activity. It Is A Lonely And Private Substitute For Conversation.

Life Is Seldom As Unendurable As, To Judge By The Facts, It Logically Ought To Be.