There's No Such Thing As Luck. Nothing

The Teachers Of Small Children Are Paid More Than They Were, But Still Far Less Than The Importance Of Their Work Deserves, And They Are Still Regarded By The Unenlightened Majority As Insignificant Compared To Those Who Impart Information To Older Children And Adolescents, A Class Of Pupils Which, In The Nature Of Things, Is Vastly More Able To Protect Its Own Individuality From The Character Of The Teacher.

One Of The Many Things Nobody Ever Tells You About Middle Age Is That It's Such A Nice Change From Being Young.

If We Would Only Give, Just Once, The Same Amount Of Reflection To What We Want To Get Out Of Life That We Give To The Question Of What To Do With A Two Weeks' Vacation, We Would Be Startled At Our False Standards And The Aimless Procession Of Our Busy Days.

The Richness And Endless Variety Of Human Relationships ... That's What Authors, Even The Finest And Greatest, Only Succeed In Hinting At. It's A Hopeless Business, Like Trying To Dip Up The Ocean With A Tea-spoon.

Father Sticks To It That Anything That Promises To Pay Too Much Can't Help Being Risky.