The Truth Is That There Are No

To Be Clever Enough To Get All That Money, One Must Be Stupid Enough To Want It.

Busy Editors Cannot Be Expected To Put On Their Posters, "mr. Wilkinson Still Safe," Or "mr. Jones, Of Worthing, Not Dead Yet." They Cannot Announce The Happiness Of Mankind At All. They Cannot Describe All The Forks That Are Not Stolen, Or All The Marriages That Are Not Judiciously Dissolved. Hence The Complex Picture They Give Of Life Is Of Necessity Fallacious; They Can Only Represent What Is Unusual.

You'll Never Find The Solution If You Don't See The Problem.

Realism Is Simply Romanticism That Has Lost Its Reason...that Is Its Reason For Existing.

Angels Can Fly Because They Take Themselves Lightly.