Europeans Are Quarrelsome.

I Recommend Limiting One's Involvement In Other People's Lives To A Pleasantly Scant Minimum.

To Lose Is Not Always Failure.

To My Disappointment I Now Realized That To Know All Is Not To Forgive All. It Is To Despise Everybody.

When I Was Young, We Thought That Oscar Wilde Was A Great Nobleman Who Had Thrown His Life Away For Love. Nothing Could Be Less True. He Slept With East Enders Who Were Procured For Him By Lord Alfred Douglas. He Knew Them Only 'in Braille' - The Curtains Were Never Drawn Back In The Rooms In Oxford Where He Met Those Boys. It Was The Most Sordid Life You Can Imagine. And He Was Bleating About Love And Dragging The Fair Name Of Mr. Plato Into The Trial - After A Life Like That?

Vice Is Its Own Reward.