A Happy Childhood Is Poor Preparation For

So Now, Whenever I Despair, I No Longer Expect My End, But Some Bit Of Luck, Some Commonplace Little Miracle Which, Like A Glittering Link, Will Mend Again The Necklace Of My Days.

What A Wonderful Life I've Had! I Only Wish I'd Realized It Sooner.

The Lovesick, The Betrayed, And The Jealous All Smell Alike.

The True Traveler Is He Who Goes On Foot, And Even Then, He Sits Down A Lot Of The Time.

I Want Nothing From Love, In Short, But Love.