So Long As We Live Among Men,

A Work Of Art Is An Exaggeration.

Understanding Is The Beginning Of Approving.

The Anxiety We Have For The Figure We Cut, For Our Personage, Is Constantly Cropping Out. We Are Showing Off And Are Often More Concerned With Making A Display Than With Living. Whoever Feels Observed Observes Himself.

It Is One Of Life's Laws That As Soon As One Door Closes Another Opens. But The Tragedy Is We Look At The Closed Door And Disregard The Open One.

Families, I Hate You! Shut-in Homes, Closed Doors, Jealous Possessors Of Happiness