Life Is The Childhood Of Our Immortality.

Hatred Is A Heavy Burden. It Sinks The Heart Deep In The Breast, And Lies Like A Tombstone On All Joys.

Every Day We Should Hear At Least One Little Song, Read One Good Poem, See One Exquisite Picture, And, If Possible, Speak A Few Sensible Words.

If The Word Is Not Dead When It Reaches The Hearer, He Murders It At Once By A Contradiction, A Stipulation, A Condition, A Digression, An Interruption, And All The Thousand Tricks Of Conversation.

One Alone Does Not Help, But Rather He Who Unites With Many At The Right Moment.

Well-mannered Children Could Be Conceived If The Parents Were Well-mannered.