The Nose Is Surely One Of The

A Cultivated Style Would Be Like A Mask. Everybody Knows It's A Mask, And Sooner Or Later You Must Show Yourself -- Or At Least, You Show Yourself As Someone Who Could Not Afford To Show Himself, And So Created Something To Hide Behind. You Do Not Create A Style. You Work, And Develop Yourself; Your Style Is An Emanation From Your Own Being.

I Shall Try To Tell The Truth, But The Result Will Be Fiction.

If We Say I Love You, It May Be Received With Doubt, For There Are Times When It Is Hard To Believe. Say I Hate You, And The One Spoken To Believes It Instantly, Once For All. ... Love Must Be Learned, And Learned Again And Again; There Is No End To It. Hate Needs No Instruction, But Waits Only To Be Provoked.

The Greatest Art Comes Out Of Warmth And Conviction And Deep Feeling, But Then, Very Few People, Even Geniuses, Have All That.

One Little Human Truth Is That Opinionated People Don't Hold Much With Other People's Opinions, And It Is A Great Pleasure To Some Of Them To Be Able To Ascribe Incurable Defects, Such As Belonging To A Certain Sex; Or Base Motives, Or Lack Of Understanding, To Anyone Whose Views They Disagree With.