And That After This Is Accomplished, And

Now, Don't Be Angry After You've Been Afraid. That's The Worst Kind Of Cowardice.

Literature Is A Splendid Mistress, But A Bad Wife.

There Rise Her Timeless Capitals Of Empires Daily Born, Whose Plinths Are Laid At Midnight And Whose Streets Are Packed At Morn; And Here Come Tired Youths And Maids That Feign To Love Or Sin In Tones Like Rusty Razor Blades To Tunes Like Smitten Tin.

If You Do Not Get What You Want, It Is A Sure Sign That You Did Not Seriously Want It.

I Never Made A Mistake In My Life; At Least, Never One That I Couldn't Explain Away Afterwards.