Behind Me The Branches Of A Wasted

I Live Like A Hottentot. I Cannot Exchange One Sensible Word With Anyone.

A True Personality . . . Is Like A Robust Organism That, With Unconscious Sureness, Seeks Out And Digests The Nourishment Appropriate To It And Vigorously Rejects That Which Is Unsuitable.

I Hope You Will No Longer Accuse Me Of A Lack Of Delicacy. As I Now Count On Your Understanding.

Don't Bother To Look, I've Composed All This Already.

An Operetta Is Simply A Small And Gay Opera.