Nothing Brings On Jealousy Like Laughter.

If You Don't Have Imagination You're Lost. But It's A Virtue That's Becoming Increasingly Rare, Especially In Its Higher Form: Spontaneity. Mad, Happy Spontaneity.

Every Little Girl Knows About Love. It Is Only Her Capacity To Suffer Because Of It That Increases.

If You Treat Life Well, Life Is Usually Good To You. And I Love Life. There's A Long-standing Affair Between Us.

A Strange Melancholy Pervades Me To Which I Hesitate To Give The Grave And Beautiful Name Of Sorrow. The Idea Of Sorrow Has Always Appealed To Me But Now I Am Almost Ashamed Of It's Complete Egoism. I Have Known Boredom, Regret, And Occasionally Remorse, But Never Sorrow. Today It Envelops Me Like A Silken Web, Enervating And Soft, And Sets Me Apart From Everybody Else.

It Amused Me To Think That One Can Tell The Truth When One Is Drunk And Nobody Will Believe It.