Here in my heart, my happiness, my house. Here inside the lighted window is my love, my hope, my life. Peace is my companion on the pathway winding to the threshold. Inside this portal dwells new strength in the security, serenity, and radiance of those I love above life itself. Here two will build new dreams--dreams that tomorrow will come true. The world over, these are the thoughts at eventide when footsteps turn ever homeward. In the haven of the hearthside is rest and peace and comfort.

Common looking people are the best in the world: that is the reason the Lord makes so many of them.

Do you think we choose the times into which we are born? Or do we fit the times we are born into?

I know the hole he went in at, but I can't tell you what hole he will come out of.

The Lord spared the fitten and the rest he seen fitten to die.

Cortissoz was art critic of the New York Herald Tribune.

My faith in the proposition that each man should do precisely as he pleases with all which is exclusively his own lies at the foundation of the sense of justice there is in me.