Betrayal Betrays The Betrayer.

Is There No Villain In This World Who Doth Not Regard Himself As A Poor Abus'd Innocent, No She-wolf Who Doth Not Think Herself A Lamb, No Shark Who Doth Not Fancy That She Is A Goldfish?

Since Flesh Can't Stay, We Pass The Words Along.

What A Damnably Lonely Profession Writing Is! In Order To Do It, One Must Banish The World, And Having Banished It, One Feels Cosmically Alone.

You're Not Too Fat; You're Just In The Wrong Country.

Advice Is What We Ask For When We Already Know The Answer But Wish We Didn't.