A Genuine Coincidence Always Means Bad Luck

Waiting Is One Of The Great Arts.

Mourning Is Not Forgetting... It Is An Undoing. Every Minute Tie Has To Be Untied And Something Permanent And Valuable Recovered And Assimilated From The Dust.

It Is Always Difficult To Escape From Youth; Its Hopefulness, Its Optimistic Belief In The Privileges Of Desire, Its Despair, And Its Sense Of Outrage And Injustice At Disappointment, All These Spring On A Man Inflicting Indelicate Agony When He Is No Longer Prepared.

I Write Every Paragraph Four Times - Once To Get My Meaning Down, Once To Put In Anything I Have Left Out, Once To Take Out Anything That Seems Unnecessary, And Once To Make The Whole Thing Sound As If I Had Only Just Thought Of It.

She Rose And Followed Her Bust From The Room.