Tilling The Fertile Soil Of Man's Vanity.

Conscience Represents A Fetich To Which Good People Sacrifice Their Own Happiness, Bad People Their Neighbors'.

Doesn't All Experience Crumble In The End To Mere Literary Material?

There Is A Terrible Loneliness In The Spring.

Most Women Want Their Youth Back Again; But I Wouldn't Have Mine Back At Any Price. The Worst Years Of My Life Are Behind Me, And My Best Ones Ahead.

Nothing Is More Trying Than Nerves To People Who Have None.