Marriage Is The Aftermath Of Love.

I Want A Horse And Plough, Chickens Too, Just One Cow, With A Wistful Moo.

My Body Has Certainly Wandered A Good Deal, But I Have An Uneasy Suspicion That My Mind Has Not Wandered Enough.

Madame Bovary Is The Sexiest Book Imaginable. The Woman's Virtually A Nyphomaniac But You Won't Find A Vulgar Word In The Entire Thing.

I Write At High Speed Because Boredom Is Bad For My Health.

Conceit Is An Outward Manifestation Of Inferiority.