One Can Always Trust To

I Wish The English Still Possessed A Shred Of The Old Sense Of Humour Which Puritanism, And Dyspepsia, And Newspaper Reading, And Tea-drinking Have Nearly Extinguished.

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

The Pine Stays Green In Winter... Wisdom In Hardship.

Has Any Man Ever Obtained Inner Harmony By Simply Reading About The Experiences Of Others? Not Since The World Began Has It Ever Happened. Each Man Must Go Through The Fire Himself.

It Takes A Wise Man To Handle A Lie, A Fool Had Better Remain Honest.