The Riviera Isn't Only A Sunny Place

The Humour Of Dostoievsky Is The Humour Of A Barloafer Who Ties A Kettle To A Dog's Tail.

It Requires The Feminine Temperament To Repeat The Same Thing Three Times With Unabated Zest.

Anyone Can Tell The Truth, But Only Very Few Of Us Can Make Epigrams.

The Novel May Stimulate You To Think. It May Satisfy Your Aesthetic Sense. It May Arouse Your Moral Emotions. But If It Does Not Entertain You It Is A Bad Novel.

Only A Mediocre Person Is Always At His Best.