No Great Man Is Ever Born Too

It Seldom Pays To Be Rude. It Never Pays To Be Only Half-rude.

Many A Man Who Thinks To Found A Home Discovers That He Has Merely Opened A Tavern For His Friends.

The True Cook Is The Perfect Blend, The Only Perfect Blend, Of Artist And Philosopher. He Knows His Worth: He Holds In His Palm The Happiness Of Mankind, The Welfare Of Generations Yet Unborn.

He Talks About The Scylla Of Atheism And The Charybdis Of Christianity - A State Of Mind Which, By The Way, Is Not Conducive To Bold Navigation.

A Man Can Believe A Considerable Deal Of Rubbish, And Yet Go About His Daily Work In A Rational And Cheerful Manner.