If ants are such busy workers, how come they find time to go to all the picnics?
the human heart clings - even to its pain.
My instinct has always been to turn drawbacks into drawing cards.
That's the unfortunate thing about death. It's so terribly final.
There is a vast difference between success at twenty-five and success at sixty. At sixty, nobody envies you. Instead, everybody rejoices generously, sincerely, in your good fortune.
Never one thing and seldom one person can make for a success. It takes a number of them merging into one perfect whole.