The good ended happily, and the bad unhappily. That is what fiction means.
We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.
The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
What is a cynic? A man who knows the price of everything and the value of nothing.
The truth is rarely pure and never simple.
