As I enter on the path of happiness, I scatter the dregs and shreds and clippings of the past behind me. I divest myself of all the crapulous years. — William John Locke Copy Share Image
“She slept but little. In the morning she found habit by her bedside; she clothed herself therein and faced the day.” — William John Locke Copy Share Image
In France the men all live in cafes, the children are all put out to nurse, and the women, saving the respect of mademoiselle… — William John Locke Copy Share Image
Every man's first declaration of love is bathos--the zenith of his passion connoting perhaps the nadir of his intelligence. — William John Locke Copy Share Image
I can tell you how to get what you want: You've just got to keep a thing in view and go for it and… — William John Locke Copy Share Image
Children are the root of all evil.... Happy the man who has his quiver empty. — William John Locke Copy Share Image
Have you ever considered what anxious thought, what consummate knowledge of human nature, what dearly-bought experiences go into the making of an advertisement? — William John Locke Copy Share Image
Sex is the ... tremulous and bewildering and nerve-racking and delicious and myriad-adjectived soul-condition ... generally known as love. Ninety-nine point nine repeater percent… — William John Locke Copy Share Image
Any human love a man gets he can make fill his life. It's like the grain of mustard-seed. — William John Locke Copy Share Image
