We Create The World In Which We

Dining Out Is A Vice, A Dissipation Of Spirit Punished By Remorse. We Eat, Drink, And Talk A Little Too Much, Abuse All Our Friends, Belch Out Our Literary Preferences And Are Egged On By Accomplices In The Audience To Acts Of Mental Exhibitionism. Such Evenings Cannot Fail To Diminish Those Who Take Part In Them. They End On Monkey Hill.

How Many Books Did Renoir Write On How To Paint?

Life Is A Maze In Which We Take The Wrong Turning Before We Have Learned To Walk.

The Dread Of Loneliness Is Greater Than The Fear Of Bondage, So We Get Married.

A Great Writer Created A World Of His Own And His Readers Are Proud To Live In It. A Lesser Writer May Entice Them In For A Moment, But Soon He Will Watch Them Filing Out.