Life Is Made Up Of Sobs, Sniffles,

When A Man Begins To Be Hilarious In A Sorrowful Way You Can Bet A Million That He Is Dyeing His Hair.

[a]ll Of Life, As We Know It, Moves In Little, Unavailing Circles. More Justly Than To Anything Else, It Can Be Likened To The Game Of Baseball. Crack! We Hit The Ball, And Away We Go. If We Earn A Run (in Life We Call It Success) We Get Back To The Home Plate And Sit Upon A Bench. If We Are Thrown Out, We Walk Back To The Home Plate -- And Sit Upon A Bench.

I'll Give You The Whole Secret To Short Story Writing. Here It Is. Rule 1: Write Stories That Please Yourself. There Is No Rule 2.

Turn Up The Lights. I Don't Want To Go Home In The Dark.

There Is This Difference Between The Grief Of Youth And That Of Old Age; Youth's Burden Is Lightened By As Much Of It As Another Shares; Old Age May Give And Give, But The Sorrow Remains The Same.