The Artist Secretes Nostalgia Around Life.

There Is No Fury Like An Ex-wife Searching For A New Lover.

The Artist Is A Member Of The Leisured Classes Who Cannot Pay For His Leisure.

No Taste Is So Acquired As That For Someone Else's Quality Of Mind.

We Fear Something Before We Hate.

We May Assume That We Keep People Waiting Symbolically Because We Do Not Wish To See Them And That Our Anxiety Is Due Not To Being Late, But To Having To See Them At All.