I Swear Fearfully At The Conventions Of

He Who Desires Nothing, Hopes For Nothing, And Is Afraid Of Nothing, Cannot Be An Artist.

While You're Playing Cards With A Regular Guy Or Having A Bite To Eat With Him, He Seems A Peaceable, Good-humoured And Not Entirely Dense Person. But Just Begin A Conversation With Him About Something Inedible, Politics Or Science, For Instance, And He Ends Up In A Deadend Or Starts In On Such An Obtuse And Base Philosophy That You Can Only Wave Your Hand And Leave.

Every Person Lives His Real, Most Interesting Life Under The Cover Of Secrecy.

There Isn't A Monday That Would Not Cede Its Place To Tuesday.

The Air Of One's Native Country Is The Most Healthy Air.