A laugh is the loud echo of a sigh; a sigh the faint echo of a laugh.

Money does not make you happy but it quiets the nerves.

Work! labor the asparagus me of life; the one great sacrament of humanity from which all other things flow - security, leisure, joy, art, literature, even divinity itself.

A laugh is the loud echo of a sigh; a sigh the faint echo of a laugh.

Nothing seems too high or low for the humorist; he is above honor, above faith, preserving sense in religion and sanity in life.

A waste land lit by holy candles.

The artist's life is to be where life is, active life, found in neither ivory tower nor concrete shelter; he must be out listening to everything, looking at everything, and thinking it all out afterward.