I Think The Best Way

Art Must Take Reality By Surprise.

It Seems To Me That There Are Two Kinds Of Trickery: The "fronts" People Assume Before One Another's Eyes, And The "front" A Writer Puts On The Face Of Reality.

Nothing Brings On Jealousy Like Laughter.

He Refused Categorically All Ideas Of Fidelity Or Serious Commitments. He Explained That They Were Arbitrary And Sterile. From Anyone Else Such Views Would Have Shocked Me, But I Knew That In His Case They Did Not Exclude Tenderness And Devotion - Feelings Which Came All The More Easily To Him Since He Was Determined That They Should Be Transient.

Unhappiness Has Nothing To Teach, And Resignation Is Ugly.