What Do I Have In Common With

Love Has As Few Problems As A Motor Car. The Only Problems Are The Driver, The Passengers, And The Road.

One Tells As Few Lies As Possible Only By Telling As Few Lies As Possible, And Not By Having The Least Possible Opportunity To Do So.

In A Way, I Was Safe Writing

If I Shall Exist Eternally, How Shall I Exist Tomorrow?

It Is Strange How Little Sharpsightedness Women Possess; They Only Notice Whether They Please, Then Whether They Arouse Pity, And Finally, Whether You Look For Compassion From Them. That Is All; Come To Think Of It, It May Even Be Enough, Generally Speaking.