Love Must Be Learned Again And Again...

Two-thirds Of My Energies Go In Trying To Save One-third For Work.

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.

There Is No Such Thing As An Exact Synonym And No Such Thing As An Unmixed Motive.

Religion Put Claws On Aunt Sally And Gave Her A Post To Whet Them On.

We Have This Mistaken Notion That Everybody In The World Has To Go To College. The Colleges Are Already Crowded With People Who Never In This World Will Absorb More Than A Rudimentary Education, And We Dilute Everything To Meet This Low Standard.