An artist is his own fault.

They say great themes make great novels. but what these young writers don't understand is that there is no greater theme than men and women.

When Caroline Walker fell in love with Julian English she was a little tired of him. That was in the summer of 1926, one of the most unimportant years in the history of the United States, and the year in which Caroline Walker was sure her life had reached a pinnacle of uselessness.

In every marriage the wife has to keep her mouth shut about at least one small thing her husband does that disgusts her.

So who's perfect? ... Washington had false teeth. Franklin was nearsighted. Mussolini had syphilis. Unpleasant things have been said about Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde. Tchaikovsky had his problems, too. And Lincoln was constipated.

But whats the use of being old if you cant be dumb?

An artist is his own fault.