Happiness Is A Hardy Annual.

I Don't Like Human Nature, But I Do Like Human Beings.

That Was The Worst Of Being Poor, You Couldn't Give The Right Things In Sickness.

Nothingis So Ungrateful As A Rising Generation; Yet, If There Is Any Faintest Glimmer Of Light Ahead Of Us In The Present, Itwas Kindled By The Intellectual Fires That Burned Long Before Us.

I Have Written Chiefly Because, Though I Have Often Dreaded The Necessity, I Have Found It More Painful, In The End, Not To Write.

I'm Not Going To Lie Down And Let Trouble Walk Over Me.