Never Engage In A Battle Of Wits

I Get My Exercise Being A Pallbearer For Those Of My Friends Who Believed In Regular Running And Calisthenics.

We Sit In Calm, Airy, Silent Rooms Opening Upon Sunlit And Embowered Lawns, Not A Sound Except Of Summer And Of Husbandry Disturbs The Peace; But Seven Million Men, Any Ten Thousand Of Whom Could Have Annihilated The Ancient Armies, Are In Ceaseless Battle From The Alps To The Ocean.

Things Do Not Get Better By Being Left Alone.

The Element Of The Unexpected And The Unforeseeable Is What Gives Some Of Its Relish To Life And Saves Us From Falling Into The Mechanical Thralldom Of The Logicians.

Leave To The Masters Of Art Trained By A Lifetime Of Devotion The Wonderful Process Of Picture-building And Picture Creation. Go Out Into The Sunlight And Be Happy With What You See.