If, In New York, You Arrive Late

If You Create A Character, You Create A Destiny.

A Friend Loves You For Your Intelligence, A Mistress For Your Charm, But Your Family's Love Is Unreasoning; You Were Born Into It And Are Of Its Flesh And Blood. Nevertheless It Can Irritate You More Than Any Group Of People In The World.

The Clear And Simple Words Of Common Usage Are Always Better Than Those Of Erudition. The Jargon Of The Philosophers Not Seldom Conceals An Absence Of Thought.

You Don't Love A Man For What He Says, But Love What He Says Because You Love Him.

What Men Call Friendship Is Only Social Intercourse, An Exchange Of Favours And Good Offices; It Comes Down To A Commercial Dealing In Which Self-esteem Always Expects To Profit.