There Will Come A Time When Everybody

If You Are Afraid Of Loneliness, Do Not Marry.

These People Have Learned Not From Books, But In The Fields, In The Wood, On The River Bank. Their Teachers Have Been The Birds Themselves, When They Sang To Them, The Sun When It Left A Glow Of Crimson Behind It At Setting, The Very Trees, And Wild Herbs.

It Doesn't Matter That Your Painting Is Small. Kopecks Are Also Small, But When A Lot Are Put Together They Make A Ruble. Each Painting Displayed In A Gallery And Each Good Book That Makes It Into A Library, No Matter How Small They May Be, Serve A Great Cause: Accretion Of The National Wealth.

A Sweet Lie Is More Gracious For Us Than A Virulent But Real Truth.

A Man Who Doesn't Drink Is Not, In My Opinion, Fully A Man.