Men Talk Of "finding God," But No

Truth Is What Every Man Sees Lurking At The Bottom Of His Own Soul, Like The Oyster Shell Housewives Put In The Kitchen Kettle To Collect The Lime From The Water. By And By Each Man's Iridescent Oyster Shell Of Truth Becomes Coated With The Lime Of Prejudice And Hearsay.

Friendships Do Not Grow Up In Any Carefully Tended And Contemplated Fashion.... They Begin Haphazard.

A Human Being: An Ingenious Assembly Of Portable Plumbing.

There Are A Lot Of People Who Must Have The Table Laid In The Usual Fashion Or They Will Not Enjoy The Dinner.

That's What This Country Needs -- More Books!