Lovers Do All The Talking And Writing.

Trust, But Look For The Exits.

If I Could Do My Life Over, I Would Try To Cleanse At Least My Pleasures Of Self-pity.

To Make A Thought My Own, I Must Think It Often.

Always Assume That A Lucky Hit Will Not Be Repeated.

A Sense Of Absurdity Interferes With My Efforts To Appear Venerable.