America Is The Only Place Where Man

Even A Dog Knows The Difference Between Being Kicked And Being Stumbled Over.

Every Event That A Man Would Master Must Be Mounted On The Run, And No Man Ever Caught The Reins Of A Thought Except As It Galloped Past Him.

Nothing Is So Common-place As To Wish To Be Remarkable.

Love Is The Master Key That Opens The Gates Of Happiness.

Language Is The Blood Of The Soul Into Which Thoughts Run And Out Of Which They Grow.