No One Appreciates The Very

Truth And Beauty (perhaps Keats Was Wrong In Identifying Them: Perhaps They Have The Relation Of Wit And Humour, Or Rain And Rainbow) Are Of Interest Only To Hungry People. There Are Several Kinds Of Hunger. If Socrates, Spinoza, And Santayana Had Had Free Access To A Midnight Icebox We Would Never Have Heard Of Them. Shall I Be Ashamed Of My Little Mewing Truths?... I Ask To Be Forgiven: They Are Such Tiny Ones.

Only The Sinner Has The Right To Preach.

Act Like You Expect To Get Into The End Zone.

There Is Only One Success - To Be Able To Spend Your Life In Your Own Way.

If You Have To Keep Reminding Yourself Of A Thing, Perhaps It Isn't So.