Life Isn't Long Enough For Love And

She Plunged Into A Sea Of Platitudes, And With The Powerful Breast Stroke Of A Channel Swimmer Made Her Confident Way Towards The White Cliffs Of The Obvious.

The Passing Moment Is All We Can Be Sure Of; It Is Only Common Sense To Extract Its Utmost Value From It.

It Is An Illusion That Youth Is Happy, An Illusion Of Those Who Have Lost It.

Genius Is Talent Provided With Ideals. Genius Starves While Talent Wears Purple And Fine Linen. The Man Of Genius Of Today Will Infifty Years' Time Be In Most Cases No More Than A Man Of Talent.

The Trouble Is That Thinking Looks Like Loafing. Who Wants To Pay People For Daydreaming?