What Goes By The Name Of Love

Do You Always Believe In The Life To Come? Mine Was Always That.

Enough Of Acting The Infant Who Has Been Told So Often How He Was Found Under A Cabbage That In The End He Remembers The Exact Spot In The Garden And The Kind Of Life He Led There Before Joining The Family Circle.

We All Are Born Mad. Some Remain So.

The Whisky Bears A Grudge Against The Decanter.

To Be An Artist Is To Fail, As No Other Dare Fail, That Failure Is His World And The Shrink From Desertion, Art And Craft, Good Housekeeping, Living.