War? War Is An Organized Bore.

There Is Nothing Like The Dead Cold Hand Of The Past To Take Down Our Tumid Egotism And Lead Us Into The Solemn Flow Of The Life Of Our Race.

Through Our Great Good Fortune, In Our Youth Our Hearts Were Touched With Fire. It Was Given To Us To Learn At The Outset That Life Is A Profound And Passionate Thing.

Reason Means Truth And Those Who Are Not Governed By It Take The Chance That Someday The Sunken Fact Will Rip The Bottom Out Of Their Boat.

Old Age Is Fifteen Years Older Than I Am.

The Joy Of Life Is To Put Out One's Power In Some Natural And Useful Or Harmless Way. There Is No Other. And The Real Misery Is Not To Do This.