In War Personal Revenge Maintains Its Silence.

The More A Person Indulges Himself The Less Others Are Willing To Indulge Him.

The Perfect Woman Perpetrates Literature As She Perpetrates A Small Sin: As An Experiment, In Passing, Glancing Around To See Whether Anybody Notices--and To Make Sure That Somebody Notices.

No One Dies Of Fatal Truths Nowadays: There Are Too Many Antidotes.

Is Man One Of God's Blunders? Or Is God One Of Man's Blunders?

You Have Your Way. I Have My Way. As For The Right Way, The Correct Way, And The Only Way, It Does Not Exist.