One's Palate Is Reborn Every Morning!

One Can Lie, But Truth Is More Interesting.

Dead News Like Dead Love Has No Phoenix In Its Ashes.

As For Death, One Gets Used To It, Even If It Is Only Other People Is Death You Get Used To.

It's Not Till Sex Has Died Out Between A Man And A Woman That They Can Really Love. And Now I Mean Affection. Now I Mean To Be Fond Of (as One Is Fond Of Oneself) --to Hope, To Be Disappointed, To Live Inside The Other Heart.

The Theatre Is A Gross Art, Built In Sweeps And Over-emphasis. Compromise Is Its Second Name.