That's A Bit Like Asking A Man

I Don't Talk Very Well. With Writing, You've Time To Get It Right. Also I've Found The More I Talk The Less I Write, And If I Didn't Write No One Would Want Me To Talk Anyway.

At Eighty Things Do Not Occur; They Recur.

I Suppose I'm The Only Person Who Remembers One Of The Most Exciting Of His Ballets-it's The Fruit Of An Unlikely Collaboration Between Nijinsky On The One Hand And Sir Arthur Conan Doyle On The Other.

Why Is It Always The "intelligent" People Who Are Socialists?

Nature Played A Cruel Trick On Her By Giving Her A Waxed Mustache.