Nobody Ever Died Of Laughter.

Somehow, Our Sense Of Justice Never Turns In Its Sleep Till Long After The Sense Of Injustice In Others Has Been Thoroughly Aroused.

I Need No Dictionary Of Quotations To Remind Me That The Eyes Are The Windows Of The Soul.

I Believe The Twenty-four Hour Day Has Come To Stay.

To Give And Then Not Feel That One Has Given Is The Very Best Of All Ways Of Giving.

When Hospitality Becomes An Art It Loses Its Very Soul.