To Eat Bread Without Hope Is Still

The Proper Place To Eat Lobster ... Is In A Lobster Shack As Close To The Sea As Possible. There Is No Menu Card Because There Is Nothing Else To Eat Except Boiled Lobster With Melted Butter.

She Had Always Been Too Wise To Tell Him All She Thought And Felt, Knowing By Some Intuition Of Her Own Womanhood That No Man Wants To Know Everything Of Any Woman.

God Is Not In The Vastness Of Greatness. He Is Hid In The Vastness Of Smallness . He Is Not In The General. He Is In The Particular.

The Greatest Problem That War Leaves, In A Man, Is How To Recapture Reality. That's Because War Is Unreal.

Believing In Gods Always Causes Confusion.