I Held Out My Arms To Him

The Point Is, Life Has To Be Endured, And Lived. But How To Live It Is The Problem.

Happiness Is Not A Possession To Be Prized, It Is A Quality Of Thought, A State Of Mind.

The Moment Of Crisis Had Come, And I Must Face It. My Old Fears, My Diffidence, My Shyness, My Hopeless Sense Of Inferiority, Must Be Conquered Now And Thrust Aside. If I Failed Now I Should Fail Forever.

If There’s One Thing That Makes A Man Sick, It’s To Have His Ale Poured Out Of An Ugly Hand.

Every Moment Was A Precious Thing, Having In It The Essence Of Finality.