Every Writer And Artist Wonders

In A Happy Marriage It Is The Wife Who Provides The Climate, The Husband The Landscape.

A Bad Memory Is The Mother Of Invention.

We Soon Cease To Feel The Grief At The Deaths Of Our Friends, Yet We Continue To The End Of Our Lives To Miss Them. They Are Still With Us In Their Absence.

The More We Feel Sorry For Ourselves, The Less Sorry Others Will Feel For Us. People Don't Waste Their Small Store Of Sympathy On Those Who Can Provide It So Richly For Themselves.

As Coleridge Said, "we Receive But What We Give." The Happy Life Is A Life Of Continual Generosity In Which We Go Out To Meet And Acclaim The World.