Librarians As A Race Tend To Be

Figaro Is A Bad Play. It Stirs Up Hatred Between The Classes. In France, It Has Caused Nothing But Bitterness. My Own Dear Sister,antoinette, Writes Me That She Is Beginning To Be Frightened Of Her Own People.

Goodness Is Nothing In The Furnace Of Art.

My Actual Childhood, As Opposed To My Adolescence, Was Not Spent In London.

The Devil Isn't Made By What Mommy Says Or What Daddy Says. The Devil Is There.

It's An Extraordinary Thing About Mozart Is That You Never Tire Of Him... He Never Bores Me, And He Doesn't... Not Only Bore Me, That's Too Strong A Word.