Comedy Is Tragedy That Happens To Other

Is Not This World An Illusion? And Yet It Fools Everybody.

I See Her As A Series Of Marvellous Shapes Formed At Random In The Kaleidoscope Of Desire.

Before He Can Become A Wolf, The Lycanthrope Strips Naked. If You Spy A Naked Man Among The Pines, You Must Run As If The Devil Were After You.

It's Every Woman's Tragedy, That, After A Certain Age, She Looks Like A Female Impersonator. Mind You, We've Known Some Lovely Female Impersonators, In Our Time.

Moonlight, White Satin, Roses. A Bride.