I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has

There Is Laughter That Goes So Far As To Lose All Touch With Its Motive, And To Exist Only, Grossly, In Itself. This Is Laughter At Its Best. A Man To Whom Such Laughter Has Often Been Granted May Happen To Die In A Work-house. No Matter. I Will Not Admit That He Has Failed In Life. Another Man, Who Has Never Laughed Thus, May Be Buried In Westminster Abbey, Leaving More Than A Million Pounds Overhead. What Then? I Regard Him As A Failure.

Most Women Are Not As Young As They Are Painted.

Pessimism Does Win Us Great Happy Moments.

Women Who Love The Same Man Have A Kind Of Bitter Freemasonry.

To Destroy Is Still The Strongest Instinct Of Our Nature.