If Every Day In The Life Of

What We Call Creative Work, Ought Not To Be Called Work At All, Because It Isn't. I Imagine That Thomas Edison Never Did A Day's Work In His Last Fifty Years.

Life, We Learn Too Late, Is In The Living, The Tissue Of Every Day And Hour.

I Am What Is Called A Professor Emeritus—from The Latin E, 'out,' And Meritus, 'so He Ought To Be.

I've Seen Lifelong Friends Drift Apart Over Golf Just Because One Could Play Better, But The Other Counted Better.

Anybody Who Has Listened To Certain Kinds Of Music, Or Read Certain Kinds Of Poetry, Or Heard Certain Kinds Of Performances On The Concertina, Will Admit That Even Suicide Has Its Brighter Aspects.