My Friends Have Made The Story Of

When I Recollect The Treasure Of Friendship That Has Been Bestowed Upon Me I Withdraw All Charges Against Life. If Much Has Been Denied Me, Much, Very Much Has Been Given. So Long As The Memory Of Certain Beloved Friends Lives In My Heart I Shall Say That Life Is Good.

Be Happy. Talk Happiness.

The Only Real Blind Person At Christmas Time Is He Who Has Not Christmas In His Heart.

I Do Not Mean To Object To A Thorough Knowledge Of The Famous Works We Read. I Object Only To The Interminable Comments And Bewildering Criticisms That Teach But One Thing: There Are As Many Opinions As There Are Men.

I Look Upon The Whole World As My Fatherland, And Every War Has To Me The Horror Of A Family Feud.