To Speak Of Love Is To Make

The Winter's Frost Must Rend The Burr Of The Nut Before The Fruit Is Seen. So Adversity Tempers The Human Heart, To Discover Its Real Worth.

As Soon As Coffee Is In Your Stomach, There Is A General Commotion. Ideas Begin To Move…similes Arise, The Paper Is Covered. Coffee Is Your Ally And Writing Ceases To Be A Struggle.

The Union Of A Want And A Sentiment.

Such Is Life. It Is No Cleaner Than A Kitchen; It Reeks Like A Kitchen; And If You Mean To Cook Your Dinner, You Must Expect To Soil Your Hands; The Real Art Is In Getting Them Clean Again, And Therein Lies The Whole Morality Of Our Epoch.

Manners Are The Hypocrisy Of A Nation.