Dead News Like Dead Love Has No

Isn't The Fear Of Pain Next Brother To Pain Itself?

Pity Is Exhaustible. What A Terrible Discovery!

In Marriage There Are No Manners To Keep Up, And Beneath The Wildest Accusations No Real Criticism. Each Is Familiar With That Ancient Child In The Other Who May Erupt Again. We Are Not Ridiculous To Ourselves. We Are Ageless. That Is The Luxury Of The Wedding Ring.

The Theatre Is A Gross Art, Built In Sweeps And Over-emphasis. Compromise Is Its Second Name.

I Am Not A Born Writer, But I Was Born A Writer.