Of All The Idiots I Have Met

Truth, Like Time, Is An Idea Arising From, And Dependent Upon, Human Intercourse.

It Is When People Are Told Their Own Thoughts That They Think They Are Being Insulted.

But By The Time That I Had Nothing Left, I Myself Was The Lightest Thing Of All For Fate To Get Rid Of.

I Do Not Think That I Could Ever Really Love A Woman Who Had Not, At One Time Or Another, Been Up On A Broomstick.

Love, With Very Young People, Is A Heartless Business. We Drink At That Age From Thirst, Or To Get Drunk; It Is Only Later In Life That We Occupy Ourselves With The Individuality Of Our Wine.