The Best Way To Learn Is Through

Creativity Is The Firing Of My Soul.

Neither A Lofty Degree Of Intelligence Nor Imagination Nor Both Together Go To The Making Of Genius. Love, Love, Love, That Is The Soul Of Genius.

Directly After God In Heaven Comes A Papa.

She's Only Pretty In That She Has Two Small Black Eyes And A Good Figure.

Neither Rejoice Nor Lament Prematurely; For Whatever May Happen, All Will Be Well If We Only Have Health; For Happiness Exists--merely In The Imagination.