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The Human Face Is, After All, Nothing More Nor Less Than A Mask.

Beastly Things, Teeth. Give Us Trouble From The Cradle To The Grave.

When A Man Is Really In Love He Can't Help Looking Like A Sheep.

Many Friends Have Said To Me, 'i Never Know When You Write Your Books, Because I've Never Seen You Writing, Or Even Seen You Go Away To Write.' I Must Behave Rather As Dogs Do When They Retire With A Bone; They Depart In A Secretive Manner And You Do Not See Them Again For An Odd Half Hour. They Return Self-consciously With Mud On Their Noses. I Do Much The Same.

They Tried To Be Too Clever---and That Was Their Undoing.