Despite All Our Toil And Progress, The

Prejudice Is A Raft Onto Which The Shipwrecked Mind Clambers And Paddles To Safety.

Love's The Only Thing I've Thought Of Or Read About Since I Was Knee-high. That's What I Always Dreamed Of, Of Meeting Somebody And Falling In Love. And When That Remarkable Thing Happened, I Was Going To Recite Poetry To Her For Hours About How Her Heart's An Angel's Wing And Her Hair The Strings Of A Heavenly Harp. Instead I Got Drunk And Hollered At Her And Called Her A Harpy.

There Was A Land Of Cavaliers And Cotton Fields Called The Old South. Here In This Pretty World, Gallantry Took Its Last Bow. Here Was The Last Ever To Be Seen Of Knights And Their Ladies Fair, Of Master And Of Slave. Look For It Only In Books, For It Is No More Than A Dream Remembered, A Civilization Gone With The Wind.

The Only Practical Way Yet Discovered By The World For Curing Its Ills Is To Forget About Them.

Bad Writing Is Not Easier Than Good Writing. It's Just As Hard To Make A Toilet Seat As It Is A Castle Window. Only The View Is Different.