Love Is The Emotion That A Woman

A Life Spent In Constant Labor Is A Life Wasted, Save A Man Be Such A Fool As To Regard A Fulsome Obituary Notice As Ample Reward.

A Man May Be Said To Love Most Truly That Woman In Whose Company He Can Feel Drowsy In Comfort.

The Dramatic Critic Who Is Without Prejudice Is On The Plane With The General Who Does Not Believe In Taking Human Life.

The Path Of Sound Credence Is Through The Thick Forest Of Skepticism.

To Speak Of Morals In Art Is To Speak Of Legislature In Sex. Art Is The Sex Of The Imagination.