Family Life Is An Encroachment On Private

In A Hollow Head There Is Much Room For Knowledge.

Satire Chooses And Knows No Objects. It Arises By Fleeing From Them And Their Forcing Themselves Upon It.

War: First, One Hopes To Win; Then One Expects The Enemy To Lose; Then, One Is Satisfied That He Too Is Suffering; In The End, One Is Surprised That Everyone Has Lost.

There Are Women Who Are Not Beautiful But Only Look That Way.

A Good Writer Does Not Receive Anywhere Near The Number Of Poison-pen Letters That Is Commonly Assumed. Among A Hundred Jackassesthere Are Not Ten Who Will Admit To Being Jackasses, And At Most One Who Will Put It In Writing.