Happiness Is A Hardy Annual.

In The Past Few Years, I Have Made A Thrilling Discovery ... That Until One Is Over Sixty, One Can Never Really Learn The Secret Of Living. One Can Then Begin To Live, Not Simply With The Intense Part Of Oneself, But With One's Entire Being.

Violence Commands Both Literature And Life, And Violence Is Always Crude And Distorted.

She Must Face Her Grief Where The Struggle Is Always Hardest-in The Place Where Each Trivial Object Is Attended By Pleasant Memories.

Grandpa Says We've Got Everything To Make Us Happy But Happiness.

Most Women Want Their Youth Back Again; But I Wouldn't Have Mine Back At Any Price. The Worst Years Of My Life Are Behind Me, And My Best Ones Ahead.