Difficult Folk, These Women!

The Tongue May Hide The Truth But The Eyes—never!

No One's Fate Is Of Any Interest To You Except Your Own.

The Hope That There She Would Manage To Regain Her Happiness Made Her Fearless

Once In 1919, When I Was Traveling At Night By Train, I Wrote A Short Story. In The Town Where The Train Stopped, I Took The Story To The Publisher Of The Newspaper Who Published The Story.

Actually, I Do Happen To Resemble A Hallucination. Kindly Note My Silhouette In The Moonlight." The Cat Climbed Into The Shaft Of Moonlight And Wanted To Keep Talking But Was Asked To Be Quiet. "very Well, I Shall Be Silent," He Replied, "i Shall Be A Silent Hallucination.