Age Seldom Arrives Smoothly Or Quickly. It's

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.

It's So Easy To Make A Person Who Hasn't Got Anything Seem Wrong.

When I Think About It, If I Had To Choose, I'd Rather Be Happy Than Write.

That Expression You Get In Your Eyes When You Are Very Tired And Everything Is Like A Dream And You Are Starting To Know What Things Are Like Underneath What People Say They Are.

If She Says Goodbye Perhaps Adieu. Adieu - Like Those Old Time Songs She Sang. Always Adieu (and All Songs Say It). If She Too Says It, Or Weeps, I'll Take Her In My Arms, My Lunatic. She's Mad But Mine, Mine. What Will I Care For Gods Or Devils Or For Fate Itself. If She Smiles Or Weeps Or Both. For Me.