The Monkey Is An Organized Sarcasm Upon

Beware Of Him Who Hates The Laugh Of A Child.

There Is An Army Of Waiters In This World.

Success Is Full Of Promise Till One Gets It, And Then It Seems Like A Nest From Which The Bird Has Flown.

It Is The Triumph Of Civilization That At Last Communities Have Obtained Such A Mastery Over Natural Laws That They Drive And Control Them. The Winds, The Water, Electricity, All Aliens That In Their Wild Form Were Dangerous, Are Now Controlled By Human Will, And Are Made Useful Servants.

No One Can Deal With The Hearts Of Men Unless He Has The Sympathy Which Is Given By Love.