Total Absence Of Humor Renders Life Impossible.

A Happy Childhood Is Poor Preparation For Human Contacts.

At Sixty-three Years Of Age, Less A Quarter, One Still Has Plans.

If I Can't Have Too Many Truffles, I'll Do Without Truffles.

On The First Of May, With My Comrades Of The Catechism Class, I Laid Lilac, Chamomile And Rose Before The Altar Of The Virgin, And Returned Full Of Pride To Show My Blessed Posy. My Mother Laughed Her Irreverent Laugh And, Looking At My Bunch Of Flowers, Which Was Bringing The May-bug Into The Sitting-room Right Under The Lamp, She Said: Do You Suppose It Wasn't Already Blessed Before?

We Only Do Well The Things We Like Doing.