A Witty Woman Is A Treasure; A

She Poured A Little Social Sewage Into His Ears.

Memoirs Are The Backstairs Of History.

A Human Act Once Set In Motion Flows On Forever To The Great Account. Our Deathlessness Is In What We Do, Not In What We Are.

When I Was Quite A Boy I Had A Spasm Of Religion Which Lasted Six Weeks... But I Never Since Have Swallowed The Christian Fable.

Prepare, You Lovers, To Know Love A Thing Of Moods: Not Like Hard Life, Of Laws.