Money Cannot Buy You Happiness, And Happiness

This Would Be A Better Place For Children If Parents Had To Eat Spinach.

I'm Not Much Of A Correspondent. My Letters Are Not Only Uninteresting But Sparse. I'm Glad I Don?t Have To Write For A Living. It?s Arduous Work And The Money Is Very Uncertain. On Those Rare Occasions When I Wander Into A Bookstore It Amazes Me To See The Avalanche Of Literature And Semi-literature That Is Turned Out Weekly In This Country. The People Who Write These Things Are Either Desperate For Money Or Love Starved. Why Should Anyone On A Nice Balmy Day Lock Oneself In An Office And Hit A Typewriter For Hours On End. I Think One Of The Greatest Pleasures In The World Is Not Writing.

I Can See You In The Kitchen Bending Over A Hot Stove, And I Can't See The Stove

You're Heading For A Breakdown. Why Don't You Pull Yourself To Pieces?

A Child Of Five Would Understand This. Send Someone To Fetch A Child Of Five.