Pessimism Is The One Ism Which Kills

You Think That A Wall As Solid As The Earth Separates Civilization From Barbarism. I Tell You The Division Is A Thread, A Sheet Of Glass. A Touch Here, A Push There, And You Bring Back The Reign Of Saturn.

Wise Men Never Grow Up; Indeed, They Grow Younger, For They Lose The Appalling Worldly Wisdom Of Youth.

[w]ithout Humour You Cannot Run A Sweetie-shop, Let Alone A Nation.

The Charm Of Fishing Is That It Is The Pursuit Of What Is Elusive But Attainable, A Perpetual Series Of Occasions For Hope.

Most True Points Are Fine Points. There Never Was A Dispute Between Mortals Where Both Sides Hadn't A Bit Of Right.