The Russian Dramatist Is One Who, Walking

Art Is The Sex Of The Imagination.

To Speak Of Morals In Art Is To Speak Of Legislature In Sex. Art Is The Sex Of The Imagination.

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.

The Notion That As A Man Grows Older His Illusions Leave Him Is Not Quite True. What Is True Is That His Early Illusions Are Supplanted By New, And To Him, Equally Convincing Illusions.

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.