Nothing Brings On Jealousy Like Laughter.

For This Was The Round Of Love: Fear Which Leads On Desire, Tenderness And Fury, And That Brutal Anguish Which Triumphantly Follows Pleasure.

You Should Celebrate The End Of A Love Affair As They Celebrate Death In New Orleans, With Songs, Laughter, Dancing And A Lot Of Wine.

Usually I Avoided College Students, Whom I Considered Brutal, Wrapped Up In Themselves, Particularly In Their Youth, In Which They Found Material For Drama Or An Excuse For Their Own Boredom. I Did Not Care For Young People.

Pity Is An Agreeable Sentiment, Uplifting Like Military Music.

I've Often Found Myself Preferring Second-rate People To Supposedly Superior People, Simply And Solely Because Of Their Uncontrollable Tendency To Bang Themselves Against The Sides Of Life's Vast Lampshade Like Fireflies Or Moths.