Nothing Can Come Out Of An Artist

A Man Loses His Sense Of Direction After Four Drinks; A Woman Loses Hers After Four Kisses.

I Know Of No American Who Starts From A Higher Level Of Aspiration Than The Journalist. . . . He Plans To Be Both An Artist And A Moralist -- A Master Of Lovely Words And Merchant Of Sound Ideas. He Ends, Commonly, As The Most Depressing Jackass Of His Community -- That Is, If His Career Goes On To What Is Called A Success.

Happiness, Like Health, Is Probably Also Only A Passing Accident. For A Moment Or Two The Organism Is Irritated So Little That It Is Not Conscious Of It; For The Duration Of That Moment It Is Happy. Thus A Hog Is Always Happier Than A Man, And A Bacillus Is Happier Than A Hog

One Seldom Discovers A True Believer That Is Worth Knowing.

A Tin Horn Politician With The Manner Of A Rural Corn Doctor And The Mien Of A Ham Actor