In New York, One Must

The Language Of Pornography Is Abusive, That Of Romance Adoring. Both Are Addressed To A Fetish.

I Do Not Regret The Folly Of My Youth, But The Timidity.

If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.

Fearful Of Sentimentality, I Disown My Tears And Melting Heart.

In Love As In Art, Good Technique Helps.