There Are People Who Believe Everything Is

It Is Almost Impossible To Carry The Torch Of Truth Through A Crowd Without Singeing Somebody's Beard.

The Excuses We Make To Ourselves When We Want To Do Something Are Excellent Material For Soliloquies, For They Are Rarely Made Except When We Are Alone, And Are Very Often Made Aloud.

Do We Write Books So That They Shall Merely Be Read? Don't We Also Write Them For Employment In The Household? For One That Is Read From Start To Finish, Thousands Are Leafed Through, Other Thousands Lie Motionless, Others Are Jammed Against Mouseholes, Thrown At Rats, Others Are Stood On, Sat On, Drummed On, Have Gingerbread Baked On Them Or Are Used To Light Pipes.

Nothing Can Contribute More To Peace Of Soul Than The Lack Of Any Opinion Whatever.

Many Are Less Fortunate Than You' May Not Be A Roof To Live Under, But It Will Serve To Retire Beneath In The Event Of A Shower.