Every Saint Has A Bee In His

There Are Two Words For Everything.

What Kind Of Life A Dog . . . Acquires. I Have Sometimes Tried To Imagine By Kneeling Or Lying Full Length On The Ground And Looking Up. The World Then Becomes Strangely Incomplete; One Sees Little But Legs.

Every Saint Has A Bee In His Halo.

The French Never Allow A Distinguished Son Of France To Lack A Statue.

The Art Of Life Is To Show Your Hand. There Is No Diplomacy Like Candor. You May Lose By It Now And Then, But It Will Be A Loss Well Gained If You Do. Nothing Is So Boring As Having To Keep Up A Deception.