Travelling Is Like A Novel: It's What

Life Isn't Always Easy But So Long As We Have Hope That We Will Find Someone To Help Us Through The Darkness Things Will Always Get Better. When We Find That Person, Life Suddenly Explodes And Darkness Turns Into A Riot Of Colour. We're Always Looking For Someone, What We Need To Remember Is That Someone Is Out There Looking For Us Too.

One Is Happy As A Result Of One's Own Efforts, Once One Knows Of The Necessary Ingredients Of Happiness-simple Tastes, A Certain Degree Of Courage, Self-denial To A Point, Love Of Work, And, Above All, A Clear Conscience. Happiness Is No Vague Dream, Of That I Now Feel Certain.

Fretting At Trouble Only Doubles It.

One Approaches The Journey's End. But The End Is A Goal, Not A Catastrophe.

As Far As I Am Concerned I Would Rather Spend The Rest Of My Life In Prison Than Marry Again.