Beauty Makes Idiots Sad And Wise Men

Men Go To The Theatre To Forget; Women, To Remember.

I Drink To Make Other People Interesting.

A Poet, Any Real Poet, Is Simply An Alchemist Who Transmutes His Cynicism Regarding Human Beings Into An Optimism Regarding The Moon, The Stars, The Heavens, And The Flowers, To Say Nothing Of Spring, Love, And Dogs.

The Sweetest Memory Is That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done; The Bitterest, That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done, And Which One Did Not Do.

It Is The Mark Of A Superior Person That, Left To Themselves They Are Able Endlessly To Amuse, Interest And Entertain Themselves Out Of Their Personal Stock Of Meditations, Ideas, Criticisms, Memories, Philosophy, Humor And What Not.