“The wise man profits by the vanity of his fellow-creatures.” — William John Locke Vanity 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 Crisis 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… — William John Locke Cafes 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 Declaration 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… — William John Locke Down and Copy Share Image
Children are the root of all evil.... Happy the man who has his quiver empty. — William John Locke Children 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… — William John Locke Advertisements 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… — William John Locke Analysis 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 Grain Copy Share Image
What is a logical mind?... It is the antiseptic which destroys the bacilli of unreason whereby true happiness is vivified. — William John Locke Happiness Copy Share Image
The only cure for loss of illusions is fresh illusions, more illusions, and always illusions. — William John Locke Cures Copy Share Image
It is not cheerful for a girl to discover within twenty-four hours of her wedding that her husband is a hopeless drunkard,… — William John Locke Anathema Copy Share Image
Men are men and women are women. We've tried for tens of thousands of years to lay down hard and fast lines… — William John Locke Hard Copy Share Image
Life is droll. It has no common sense. It is the game of a mountebank. — William John Locke Common Copy Share Image
No matter through what realms of the fantastic you may travel, you arrive inevitably at the commonplace. — William John Locke Commonplace Copy Share Image
The measure of my success is the measure of my happiness. — William John Locke Funny Copy Share Image
Beyond all the fires of love through which one passes there is the star of Duty, and happy the individual who can… — William John Locke Duty Copy Share Image
Women are cats ... and love to scratch even those they're fond of. Sometimes the more they love them the harder they scratch. — William John Locke And love Copy Share Image
I think love is serious. It's like an invention: sometimes it lies deep down inside you, great and quiet--and at other times… — William John Locke Deep down Copy Share Image
To read of human depravity in the police reports is one thing, to see it fall like a black shadow across one's… — William John Locke Black Copy Share Image
