You Are My Peace, My Solace, My

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

All The Ills Of Mankind, All The Tragic Misfortunes That Fill The History Books, All The Political Blunders, All The Failures Of The Great Leaders Have Arisen Merely From A Lack Of Skill At Dancing.

Doubts Are More Cruel Than The Worst Of Truths.

In Order To Prove A Friend To One's Guests, Frugality Must Reign In One's Meals; And, According To An Ancient Saying, One Must Eat To Live, Not Live To Eat.

A Husband Is A Plaster That Cures All The Ills Of Girlhood.