People Are Discontent; Men Are

Memory Is A Great Artist. For Every Man And For Every Woman It Makes The Recollection Of His Or Her Life A Work Of Art And An Unfaithful Record.

The Need To Express One's Self In Writing Springs From A Maladjustment Of Life, Or From An Inner Conflict Which The Adolescent (or The Grown Man) Cannot Resolve In Action.

To Desire To Be Perpetually In The Society Of A Pretty Woman Until The End Of One's Days, Is As If, Because One Likes Good Wine, One Wished Always To Have One's Mouth Full Of It.

We Appreciate Frankness From Those Who Like Us. Frankness From Others Is Called Insolence.

Advice Is Always A Confession.