Confession Ran In The Family.

Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

Love Is The Last And Secret Name Of All The Virtues.

The Theatre Is Certainly A Place For Learning About The Brevity Of Human Glory: Oh All Those Wonderful Glittering Absolutely Vanished Pantomime! Now I Shall Abjure Magic And Become A Hermit : Put Myself In A Situation Where I Can Honestly Say That I Have Nothing Else To Do But To Learn To Be Good.

Only Lies And Evil Come From Letting People Off.

In Almost Every Marriage There Is A Selfish And An Unselfish Partner. A Pattern Is Set Up And Soon Becomes Inflexible, Of One Person Always Making The Demands And One Person Always Giving Way.