No One Talks About Money More Than

No One Ever Has Time To Examine Himself Honestly, And Most People Look No Further Than Their Neighbors' Eyes, In Which They May See Their Own Reflection.

It Seems To Me That There Are Two Kinds Of Trickery: The "fronts" People Assume Before One Another's Eyes, And The "front" A Writer Puts On The Face Of Reality.

Unhappiness Has Nothing To Teach, And Resignation Is Ugly.

Whisky, Gambling And Ferraris Are Better Than Housework.

We Are Torn Between The Craving To Know And The Despair Of Having Known.