The Wet Air Was As Cold As

She Was Kind Of Girl Who'd Eat All Your Cashews And Leave You With Nothing But Peanuts And Filberts.

Any Man Who Can Write A Page Of Living Prose Adds Something To Our Life, And The Man Who Can, As I Can, Is Surely The Last To Resent Someone Who Can Do It Even Better. An Artist Cannot Deny Art, Nor Would He Want To. A Lover Cannot Deny Love.

She Had Eyes Like Strange Sins.

There Are No Vital And Significant Forms Of Art; There Is Only Art, And Precious Little Of That.

You Can Have A Hangover From Other Things Than Alcohol. I Had One From Women.