If infinity is as they describe it, all things are not just possible but in the end certain.

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually

If I am a prolific writer and turn my hand, with what seems to some as indecent haste, from novels to screenplays to stage and radio plays, it is because there is so much to be said, so few of us to say it, and time runs out.

one tends to suspect others of what one is guilty of oneself. The unfaithful wife is quick to suspect the husband of infidelity.

So much for the fruits of love. Love? What's love? Sex, ah, that's another thing. Love has babies: sex has abortions.

Only one thing registers on the subconscious mind: repetitive application - practice. What you practice is what you manifest.

People hear what they want and expect to hear, not what is said.