All Art Is The Struggle To Be,

There Is Nothing Like Early Promiscuous Sex For Dispelling Life's Bright Mysterious Expectations.

Actors Are Cave Dwellers In A Rich Darkness Which They Love And Hate.

One Of The Secrets Of A Happy Life Is Continuous Small Treats, And If Some Of These Can Be Inexpensive And Quickly Procured So Much The Better.

Of Course Men Play Roles, But Women Play Roles Too, Blanker Ones. They Have, In The Play Of Life, Fewer Good Lines.

Trains Induce Such Terrible Anxiety. They Image The Possibility Of Total And Irrevocable Failure. They Are Also Dirty, Rackety, Packed With Strangers, An Object Lesson In The Foul Contingency Of Life: The Talkative Fellow-traveller, The Possibility Of Children.