One Of The Rarest Things

I Do Not Know Of A Better Cure For Sorrow Than To Pity Somebody Else.

Too Many Individuals Are Like Shakespeare's Definition Of "echo,"--babbling Gossips Of The Air.

When A Man Comes To Me For Advice, I Find Out The Kind Of Advice He Wants, And I Give It To Him.

I Think When The Full Horror Of Being Fifty Hits You, You Should Stay Home And Have A Good Cry.

I Hold That A Man Has As Much Right To Spell A Word As It Is Pronounced As He Has To Pronounce It The Way It Ain't Spelled.