The Path Of Sound Credence Is Through

I Have Yet To Find A Man Worth His Salt In Any Direction Who Did Not Think Of Himself First And Foremost.

Men Go To The Theatre To Forget; Women, To Remember.

Criticism Is The Art Of Appraising Others At One's Own Value.

A Poet, Any Real Poet, Is Simply An Alchemist Who Transmutes His Cynicism Regarding Human Beings Into An Optimism Regarding The Moon, The Stars, The Heavens, And The Flowers, To Say Nothing Of Spring, Love, And Dogs.

A Broken Heart Is A Monument To A Love That Will Never Die; Fulfillment Is A Monument To A Love That Is Already On Its Deathbed.