We live in the age of the overworked and the undereducated.

Tread Lightly, she is near Under the snow, Speak gently, she can hear The daisies grow.

Common sense is the enemy of Romance :P:P

Whenever cannibals are on the brink of starvation, Heaven, in its infinite mercy, sends them a fat missionary.

Youth! There is nothing like youth. The middle-aged are mortgaged to Life. The old are in Life's lumber-room. But youth is the Lord of Life. Youth has a kingdom waiting for it. Every one is born a king, and most people die in exile.

It often happens that the real tragedies of life occur in such an inartistic manner that they hurt us by their crude violence, their absolute incoherence, their absurd want of meaning, their entire lack of style.

How does one cure the soul? Through the senses