The More One Is Hated, I Find,

There's No Tyrant Like A Brain.

My Trouble Is Insomnia. If I Had Always Slept Properly, I'd Never Have Written A Line.

Lots Of Men Are Like That, Their Artistic Leanings Never Go Beyond A Weakness For Shapely Thighs.

A Man Should Be Resigned To Knowing Himself A Little Better Each Day If He Hasn't Got The Guts To Put An End To His Sniveling Once And For All.

People Don't Deserve The Restraint We Show By Not Going Into Delirium In Front Of Them.