The Idea Is To Get The Pencil

Reader, I Am Myself The Subject Of My Book; You Would Be Unreasonable To Spend Your Leisure On So Frivolous And So Vain A Matter.

All My Life I Wanted To Accomplish Something Worthwhile-a Thing People Will Say Took A Little Something.

... It's Possible To Let Love Fly By Like A Cloud In A Windy Sky If One Is Too Timid, Or Perhaps Unable To Believe He Is Entitled To Good Fortune.

Comedy, I Imagine, Is Harder To Do Consistently Than Tragedy, But I Like It Spiced In The Wine Of Sadness.

The Past Exudes Legend: One Can't Make Pure Clay Of Time's Mud.