Even The Youngest Of Us May Be

Miracles, In The Sense Of Phenomena We Cannot Explain, Surround Us On Every Hand: Life Itself Is The Miracle Of Miracles.

A Conquered Nation Is Like A Man With Cancer: He Can Think Of Nothing Else.

Money Enables Us To Get What We Want Instead Of What Other People Think We Want.

I Do Not Waste My Time Writing Pot-boilers: The Pot Must Be Boiled, And Even My Pot Au Feu Has Some Chunks Of Fresh Meat In It. ...i Have No Time To Boil Myself Down; And Anyhow I Could Not Do So And Preserve All The Necessary Nutriment And The Flavoring On Which The Digestibility Depends.

The Poor Silly-clever Irishman Takes Off His Hat To God's Englishman.