Happiness Lies In The Fulfillment Of The

The Civilization Of One Epoch Becomes The Manure Of The Next.

There Is Immunity In Reading, Immunity In Formal Society, In Office Routine, In The Company Of Old Friends And In The Giving Of Officious Help To Strangers, But There Is No Sanctuary In One Bed From The Memory Of Another. The Past With Its Anguish Will Break Through Every Defense-line Of Custom And Habit; We Must Sleep And Therefore We Must Dream.

In The Sex War, Thoughtlessness Is The Weapon Of The Male, Vindictiveness Of The Female.

Promise Is The Capacity For Letting People Down.

Vulgarity Is The Garlic In The Salad Of Charm.