How Awful To Reflect That What People

When They Come Downstairs From Their Ivory Towers, Idealists Are Very Apt To Walk Straight Into The Gutter.

Money And Sex Are Forces Too Unruly For Our Reason; They Can Only Be Controlled By Taboos With Which We Tamper At Our Peril.

Friends Such As We Desire Are Dreams And Fables, Yet We Never Quite Give Up The Hope Of Finding Them.

There Are People Who, Like Houses, Are Beautiful In Dilapidation.

The World Is Not Unkind, And Reprobates Are Worse Than Their Reputations.