Life Is A Maze In Which We

Failure On The Other Hand Is Infectious. The World Is Full Of Charming Failures (for All Charming People Have Something To Conceal, Usually Their Total Dependence On The Appreciation Of Others) And Unless The Writer Is Quite Ruthless With These Amiable Footlers, They Will Drag Him Down With Them.

For What Is Liberty But The Unhampered Translation Of Will Into Act?

There Is No More Sombre Enemy Of Good Art Than The Pram In The Hall.

There Is No Suicide For Which All Society Is Not Responsible.

Most Of The Beauty Of Women Evaporates When They Achieve Domestic Happiness At The Price Of Their Independence.