I Drink So The Others Become Interesting.

Impersonal Criticism?is Like An Impersonal Fist Fight Or An Impersonal Marriage, And As Successful.

Love Is An Emotion Experienced By The Many And Enjoyed By The Few.

The Russian Dramatist Is One Who, Walking Through A Cemetery, Does Not See The Flowers On The Graves. The American Dramatist . . . Does Not See The Graves Under The Flowers.

Common Sense, In So Far As It Exists, Is All For The Bourgeoisie. Nonsense Is The Privilege Of The Aristocracy. The Worries Of The World Are For The Common People.

A Man Admires A Woman Not For What She Says, But What She Listens To.