Happiness Has Always Seemed To Me A

No One Ever Has Time To Examine Himself Honestly, And Most People Look No Further Than Their Neighbors' Eyes, In Which They May See Their Own Reflection.

Art Must Take Reality By Surprise.

The Rich Have A Passion For Bargains As Lively As It Is Pointless.

A Strange Melancholy Pervades Me To Which I Hesitate To Give The Grave And Beautiful Name Of Sorrow. The Idea Of Sorrow Has Always Appealed To Me But Now I Am Almost Ashamed Of It's Complete Egoism. I Have Known Boredom, Regret, And Occasionally Remorse, But Never Sorrow. Today It Envelops Me Like A Silken Web, Enervating And Soft, And Sets Me Apart From Everybody Else.

I Don't Think There's Any Intrinsic Difference Between A Lover And A Husband. ... If I Were Cynical, I Would Say That A Woman Should Have Both A Good Husband And A Lover. But I'm Not Cynical So I'll Just Say That A Woman Should Have A Lover Who's A Good Husband And A Husband Who's A Good Lover, Perhaps Both.