To Save A Man And Thereby To

I Came To Paris With Four écus In My Pocket, And I’d Have Fought With Anybody Who Told Me I Was In No Condition To Buy The Louvre.

For There Are Two Distinct Sorts Of Ideas: Those That Proceed From The Head And Those That Emanate From The Heart.

Your Life Story Is A Novel; And People, Though They Love Novels Wound Between Two Yellow Paper Covers, Are Oddly Suspicious Of Those Which Come To Them In Living Vellum.

It Is Only The Dead Who Do Not Return.

In Love, Writing Is Dangerous, Not To Mention Pointless.