A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels,

Death Is Beautiful. It Alone Gives Love Its True Habitat.

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.

Life Is Very Nice, But It Has No Shape. The Object Of Art Is Actually To Give It Some And To Do It By Every Artifice Possible-truer Than The Truth.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

Saintliness Is Also A Temptation.