Every Kind Of Writing Is Hypocritical.

Anything That Is Worth Doing Has Been Done Frequently. Things Hitherto Undone Should Be Given, I Suspect, A Wide Berth.

The Hospitable Instinct Is Not Wholly Altruistic. There Is Pride And Egoism Mixed Up With It.

Sometimes I Feel That I Am A Natural Born Genius In A Field Of Human Endeavor That Hasn't Been Invented Yet

You Cannot Make A Man By Standing A Sheep On Its Hind-legs. But By Standing A Flock Of Sheep In That Position You Can Make A Crowd Of Men.

I Need No Dictionary Of Quotations To Remind Me That The Eyes Are The Windows Of The Soul.