Thou Wilt Go Now, Rabbit. But I

The Only Thing That Could Spoil A Day Was People. People Were Always The Limiters Of Happiness Except For The Very Few That Were As Good As Spring Itself.

I Started Out Very Quiet And I Beat Mr. Turgenev. Then I Trained Hard And I Beat Mr. De Maupassant. I've Fought Two Draws With Mr. Stendhal, And I Think I Had An Edge In The Last One. But Nobody's Going To Get Me In Any Ring With Mr. Tolstoy Unless I'm Crazy Or I Keep Getting Better.

You Make Your Own Luck, Gig. You Know What Makes A Good Loser? Practice.

Only That Which Makes You Feel Bad After Doing Is Immoral.

Wearing Down Seven Number Two Pencils Is A Good Day's Work.