Grasp the subject; the words will follow.

The trouble with the hypochondriac is that he will be wrong about his condition nine hundred and ninety-nine times.

All life stinks and you must embrace that with compassion.

Style is not neutral; it gives moral directions.

I could see it. I could almost feel it. When I proclaimed that I was the greatest of all time$$$ I believed in myself$$$ and I still do.

When it comes to love$$$ compassion$$$ and other feelings of the heart$$$ I am rich.

Nothing provokes speculation more than the sight of a woman enjoying herself.

Woman work a great many miracles.

I could have been a great many things.

There's no way I can stop writing$$$ it's a form of insanity.