To Be Happy, A Man Must Love

I Am A Galley Slave To Pen And Ink.

At Fifteen, Beauty And Talent Do Not Exist; There Can Only Be Promise Of The Coming Woman.

Tradesmen Regard An Author With A Mixed Feeling Of Terror, Compassion And Curiosity.

For Businessmen, The World Is A Bale Of Banknotes In Circulation; For Most Young Men, It Is A Woman; For Some Women, It Is A Man; And For Others It May Be A Salon, A Coterie, A Part Of Town Or A Whole City.

When One Of Those Skirt-bearing Animals Has Set Herself Up Above All By Permitting Herself To Be Deified, No Power On Earth Can Be As Proud As She.