I Can't Understand Karl Marx, So How

A Man's True Character Comes Out When He's Drunk.

Quebec From The Boat Looked Like The Ramparts Where Hamlet's Ghost Might Have Walked.

The Glamour Of It All! New York! America!

As I Began To Love Myself I Stopped Craving For A Different Life, And I Could See That Everything That Surrounded Me Was Inviting Me To Grow. Today I Call It 'maturity'.

I Don't Believe That The Public Knows What It Wants; This Is The Conclusion That I Have Drawn From My Career.