Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The

You Beat The Liver Out Of A Goose To Get A Pâté; You Pound The Muscles Of A Man's Cardia To Get A Philosopher.

We Are Beginning To Wonder Whether A Servant Girl Hasn't The Best Of It After All. She Knows How The Salad Tastes Without The Dressing, And She Knows How Life's Lived Before It Gets To The Parlor Door.

And Must I, Perchance, Like Careful Writers, Guard Myself Against The Conclusions Of My Readers?

None Of Us Suffers As Much As We Should, Or Loves As Much As We Say. Love Is The First Lie; Wisdom The Last.

Life Is Painful, Nasty And Short.. In My Case It Has Only Been Painful And Nasty.