Money Is Made At Christmas

For The Man Sound Of Body And Serene Of Mind There Is No Such Thing As Bad Weather; Every Day Has Its Beauty, And Storms Which Whip The Blood Do But Make It Pulse More Vigorously.

It Is The Mind Which Creates The World Around Us, And Even Though We Stand Side By Side In The Same Meadow, My Eyes Will Never See What Is Beheld By Yours, My Heart Will Never Stir To The Emotions With Which Yours Is Touched.

For One Thing, I Know Every Book Of Mine By Its Scent.

To Be At Other People's Orders Brings Out All The Bad In Me.

Flippancy, The Most Hopeless Form Of Intellectual Vice.