Middle Age Occurs When You Are Too

I Hate The Pollyanna Pest Who Says That All Is For The Best.

Life, Lift The Full Goblet--away With All Sorrow-- The Circle Of Friendship What Freedom Would Sever? To-day Is Our Own, And A Fig For To-morrow-- Here's To The Fourth And Our Country Forever.

Day After Day, Night After Night, My Life At Home Is Far From Bright, But Even Home Has More Variety, Than I Can Find In Cafe Society.

Nothing Is More Responsible For The Good Old Days Than A Bad Memory.

Having Imagination, It Takes You An Hour To Write A Paragraph That, If You Were Unimaginative, Would Take You Only A Minute. Or You Might Not Write The Paragraph At All.