When There Is Enough To Eat For

Things Are Only Worth What You Make Them Worth.

Writing Is Like Prostitution. First You Do It For Love, And Then For A Few Close Friends, And Then For Money.

There Is No Praise To Bear The Sort That You Put In Your Pocket.

What! Would You Make No Distinction Between Hypocrisy And Devotion? Would You Give Them The Same Names, And Respect The Mask As You Do The Face? Would You Equate Artifice And Sincerity? Confound Appearance With Truth? Regard The Phantom As The Very Person? Value Counterfeit As Cash?

The Great Ambition Of Women Is To Inspire Love.