It Is So Comic To

I Think That If I Get Into The Habit Of Writing A Bit About What Happens, Or Rather Doesn't Happen, I May Lose A Little Of The Sense Of Isolation And Desolation Which Abides With Me. My Circumstances Allowing Of Nothing But The Ejaculation Of One-syllabled Reflections, A Written Monologue By That Most Interesting Being, Myself, May Have Its Yet To Be Discovered Consolations.

I Wonder Whether If I Had An Education I Should Have Been More Or Less A Fool That I Am.

When Will Women Begin To Have The First Glimmer That Above All Other Loyalties Is The Loyalty Totruth, I.e., To Yourself, That Husband, Children, Friends And Countryare As Nothing To That.

You Must Remember That A Woman, By Nature, Needs Much Less To Feed Upon Than A Man, A Few Emotions And She Is Satisfied.

I Make It A Rule Always To Believe Compliments Implicitly For Five Minutes, And To Simmer Gently For Twenty More.