That There Is A Secret Itself Is

Passion's A Good, Stupid Horse That Will Pull The Plough Six Days A Week If You Give Him The Run Of His Heels On Sundays. But Love's A Nervous, Awkward, Over-mastering Brute; If You Can't Rein Him, It's Best To Have No Truck With Him.

The One Thing Which Seems To Me Quite Impossible Is To Take Into Consideration The Kind Of Book One Is Expected To Write; Surely One Can Only Write The Book That Is There To Be Written.

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Heroics That Don't Come Off Are The Very Essence Of Burlesque.

Unlike Music Or Poetry Or Painting, Food Rouses No Response In Passionate And Emotional Youth. Only When The Surge Of The Blood Is Quieted Does Gastronomy Come Into Its Own With Philosophy And Theology And The Sterner Delights Of The Mind.