To Multiply Your Joy, Count Your Blessings.

The Greatest Writers Of This Age... Are Aware Of The Mystery Of Our Existence.

Any Fool Can Be Fussy And Rid Himself Of Energy All Over The Place, But A Man Has To Have Something In Him Before He Can Settle Down To Do Nothing.

We Plan, We Toil, We Suffer - In The Hope Of What? A Camel-load Of Idol's Eyes? The Title Deeds Of Radio City? The Empire Of Asia? A Trip To The Moon? No, No, No, No. Simply To Wake Just In Time To Smell Coffee And Bacon And Eggs.

I'm In The Business Of Providing People With Secondary Satisfactions. It Wouldn't Have Done Me Much Good If They Had All Written Their Own Plays, Would It?

We Complain And Complain, But We Have Lived And Seen The Blossom -apple, Pear, Cherry, Plum, Almond Blossom - In The Sun; And The Best Among Us Cannot Pretend They Deserve - Or Could Contrive - Anything Better.