The Fatal Futility Of Fact.

Be Generous, Be Delicate, And Always Pursue The Prize.

I Am Incapable Of Telling You Not To Feel. Feel, Feel, I Say - Feel For All You're Worth, And Even If It Half Kills You, For That Is The Only Way To Live.

He Is The Same Old Sausage, Fizzing And Sputtering In His Own Grease.

What Is Character But The Determination Of Incident? What Is Incident But The Illustration Of Character?

She Was A Woman Who, Between Courses, Could Be Graceful With Her Elbows On The Table.