War Is A Beastly Business, It Is

I Honestly Believe That Everything I Know About The Writing Of Non-fiction (or Writing) Could Be Engraved On The Head Of A Pin With A Garden Hoe.

Painting, It Is True, Was Undergoing A Series Of -isms Reminiscent Of The Whims Of A Pregnant Woman.

I Was Horribly Self-conscious; I Wanted Everybody To Look At Me And Think Me The Most Fascinating Creature In The World, And Yet I Died A Small Hideous Death If I Saw Even One Person Throw A Casual Glance At Me.

There Is A Mistaken Idea, Ancient But Still With Us, That An Overdose Of Anything From Fornication To Hot Chocolate Will Teach Restraint By The Very Results Of Its Abuse.

[bachelors'] Approach To Gastronomy Is Basically Sexual, Since Few Of Them Under Seventy-nine Will Bother To Produce A Good Meal Unless It Is For A Pretty Woman.