Life is a foreign language; all men mispronounce it.

A mind too proud to unbend over the small ridiculosa of life is as painful as a library with no trash in it.

April prepares her green traffic light and the world thinks Go.

A critic is a gong at a railroad crossing clanging loudly and vainly as the train goes by.

Read, every day, something no one else is reading. Think, every day, something no one else is thinking.

There is an innate decorum in man, and it is not fair to thrust Truth upon people when they don't expect it. Only the very generous are ready for Truth impromptu.

Blessed is he who has never been tempted; for he knows not the frailty of his rectitude.