We Have Forty Million Reasons

When Man Has Come To The Turnstiles Of Night, All The Creeds In The World Seem To Him Wonderfully Alike And Colorless.

You Sometimes See A Woman Who Would Have Made A Joan Of Arc In Another Century And Climate, Threshing Herself To Pieces Over All The Mean Worry Of Housekeeping.

I Never Made A Mistake In My Life; At Least, Never One That I Couldn't Explain Away Afterwards.

Any Fool Can Waste, Any Fool Can Muddle, But It Takes Something Of A Man To Save, And The More He Saves The More Of A Man Does It Make Of Him.

More Men Are Killed By Overwork Than The Importance Of The World Justifies.