Fine Art, Poetry, That Kind Of Thing,

Boots And Shoes Are The Greatest Trouble Of My Life.

What Greater Thing Is There For Two Human Souls Than To Feel That They Are Joined - To Strengthen Each Other - To Be At One With Each Other In Silent Unspeakable Memories.

Iteration, Like Friction, Is Likely To Generate Heat Instead Of Progress.

I Would Not Creep Along The Coast But Steer Out In Mid-sea, By Guidance Of The Stars.

If I Got Places, Sir, It Was Because I Made Myself Fit For 'em. If You Want To Slip Into A Round Hole, You Must First Make A Ball Of Yourself; That's Where It Is.