There Is A Kinship, A Kind Of

What Is All Wisdom Save A Collection Of Platitudes? But The Man Who Orders His Life According To Their Teachings Cannot Go Far Wrong.

I Can Find No Room In My Cosmos For A Deity Save As A Waste Product Of Human Weakness, The Excrement Of The Imagination.

The Families Of Our Friends Are Always A Disappointment.

Wine Is A Precarious Aphrodisiac, And Its Fumes Have Blighted Many A Mating.

There Is So Much Goodness In Real Life- Do Let Us Keep It Out Of Our Books.