Sex Touches The Heavens Only

The Sweetest Memory Is That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done; The Bitterest, That Which Involves Something Which One Should Not Have Done, And Which One Did Not Do.

A Poet, Any Real Poet, Is Simply An Alchemist Who Transmutes His Cynicism Regarding Human Beings Into An Optimism Regarding The Moon, The Stars, The Heavens, And The Flowers, To Say Nothing Of Spring, Love, And Dogs.

It May Be Said That Artist And Censor Differ In This Wise: That The First Is A Decent Mind In An Indecent Body And That The Second Is An Indecent Mind In A Decent Body.

Musicals Are To The Theater What Wines Are To A Substantial Dinner.

The Russian Dramatist Is One Who, Walking Through A Cemetery, Does Not See The Flowers On The Graves. The American Dramatist . . . Does Not See The Graves Under The Flowers.