The Natural Man Has Only Two Primal

The Only Way To Treat The Common Cold Is With Contempt.

The True Poetry Of Life: The Poetry Of The Commonplace, Of The Ordinary Man, Of The Plain, Toil-worn Woman, With Their Loves And Their Joys, Their Sorrows And Their Griefs.

No Bubble Is So Iridescent Or Floats Longer Than That Blown By The Successful Teacher.

Faith Is A Most Precious Commodity, Without Which We Should Be Very Badly Off.

At The Outset Do Not Be Worried About This Big Question-truth. It Is A Very Simple Matter If Each One Of You Starts With The Desire To Get As Much As Possible. No Human Being Is Constituted To Know The Truth, The Whole Truth, And Nothing But The Truth; And Even The Best Of Men Must Be Content With Fragments, With Partial Glimpses, Never The Full Fruition. In This Unsatisfied Quest The Attitude Of Mind, The Desire, The Thirst-a Thirst That From The Soul Must Arise!-the Fervent Longing, Are The Be-all And The End-all.