Men Go To The Theatre

Criticism Is The Art Of Appraising Others At One's Own Value.

Love Is The Emotion That A Woman Feels Always For A Poodle Dog And Sometimes For A Man.

All That Is Necessary To Raise Imbecility Into What The Mob Regards As Profundity Is To Lift It Off The Floor And Put It On A Platform.

What Passes For Woman's Intuition Is More Often Intrinsically Nothing More Than Man's Transparency.

There Is Something Distinguished About Even His Failures; They Sink Not Trivially, But With A Certain Air Of Majesty, Like A Great Ship, Its Flags Flying, Full Of Holes.