Love Demands Infinitely Less Than Friendship.

A Man Reserves His True And Deepest Love Not For The Species Of Woman In Whose Company He Finds Himself Electrified And Enkindled, But For That One In Whose Company He May Feel Tenderly Drowsy.

A Man Admires A Woman Not For What She Says, But What She Listens To.

One Does Not Go To The Theater To See Life And Nature; One Goes To See The Particular Way In Which Life And Nature Happen To Look To A Cultivated, Imaginative And Entertaining Man Who Happens, In Turn, To Be A Playwright.

It Is The Mark Of A Superior Person That, Left To Themselves They Are Able Endlessly To Amuse, Interest And Entertain Themselves Out Of Their Personal Stock Of Meditations, Ideas, Criticisms, Memories, Philosophy, Humor And What Not.

The Sweetest Memory Is That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done; The Bitterest, That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done, And Which One Did Not Do.