Tilling The Fertile Soil Of Man's Vanity.

What Depresses Me Is The Inevitable Way The Second Rate Forges Ahead And The Deserving Is Left Behind.

As Far Back As I Remember, Long Before I Could Write, I Had Played At Making Stories. But Not Until I Was Seven Or More, Did I Begin To Pray Every Night, "o God, Let Me Write Books! Please, God, Let Me Write Books!"

The Only Natural Human Beings Seem To Be Those Who Are Making Trouble.

Though It Sounds Absurd, It Is True To Say I Felt Younger At Sixty Than I Felt At Twenty.

The Older I Grow The More Earnestly I Feel That The Few Joys Of Childhood Are The Best That Life Has To Give.