Never Envy A Man His Lady. Behind

Love Is A Fog That Burns With The First Daylight Of Reality.

And Yet Women-good Women--frightened Me Because They Eventually Wanted Your Soul, And What Was Left Of Mine, I Wanted To Keep.

Invent Yourself And Then Reinvent Yourself.

Take A Writer Away From His Typewriter And All You Have Left Is The Sickness Which Started Him Typing In The Beginning

I Have No Time For Things That Have No Soul.