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Would The World Ever Have Been Made If Its Maker Had Been Afraid Of Making Trouble?making Life Means Making Trouble. There’s Only One Way Of Escaping Trouble; And That’s Killing Things.

Every Girl Has A Right To Be Loved.

I Do Not Waste My Time Writing Pot-boilers: The Pot Must Be Boiled, And Even My Pot Au Feu Has Some Chunks Of Fresh Meat In It. ...i Have No Time To Boil Myself Down; And Anyhow I Could Not Do So And Preserve All The Necessary Nutriment And The Flavoring On Which The Digestibility Depends.

The More Ignorant Men Are, The More Convinced Are They That Their Little Parish And Their Little Chapel Is An Apex To Which Civilization And Philosophy Has Painfully Struggled Up The Pyramid Of Time From A Desert Of Savagery.

Which Painting In The National Gallery Would I Save If There Was A Fire? The One Nearest The Door Of Course.