They belonged to that vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.

The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.

Blessed are the pure in heart for they have so many more things to talk about.

Every house is a mad-house at some time or another.

Genius is of small use to a woman who does not know how to do her hair.

Set wide the window. Let me drink the day.

In any really good subject, one has only to probe deep enough to come to tears.