But Nothing Seems To Do Any Good.

The Moment A Man Begins To Talk About Technique That's Proof That He Is Fresh Out Of Ideas.

Dead Men Are Heavier Than Broken Hearts.

He Snorted And Hit Me In The Solar Plexus. I Bent Over And Took Hold Of The Room With Both Hands And Spun It. When I Had It Nicely Spinning I Gave It A Full Swing And Hit Myself On The Back Of The Head With The Floor.

There Are No Vital And Significant Forms Of Art; There Is Only Art, And Precious Little Of That.

There's Always Something To Do If You Don't Have To Work Or Consider The Cost. It's No Real Fun But The Rich Don't Know That. They Never Had Any. They Never Want Anything Very Hard Except Maybe Somebody Else's Wife And That's A Pretty Pale Desire Compared With The Way A Plumber's Wife Wants New Curtains For The Living Room.