I Don't Like Writers. They're Dangerous People.

I Like The Sea: We Understand One Another. It Is Always Yearning, Sighing For Something It Cannot Have; And So Am I.

It's Midnight. One Half Of Paris Is Making Love To The Other Half.

I Always Wanted To Do My Best. I Got Nothing Free—i Had To Work Hard.

All Alike, You Men. You Only Want The Satisfaction Of Being Through With Us First, That's All. So Far I've Had The Good Fortune Of Beating You To It. So I Am Heartless.

Life Would Be So Wonderful If We Only Knew What To Do With It.