For Me The Only Things Of Interests

Living Is Like Tearing Through A Museum. Not Until Later Do You Really Start Absorbing What You Saw, Thinking About It, Looking It Up In A Book, And Remembering - Because You Can't Take It In All At Once.

This Is What You Do On Your Very First Day In Paris. You Get Yourself, Not A Drizzle, But Some Honest-to-goodness Rain, And You Find Yourself Someone Really Nice And Drive Her Through The Bois De Boulogne In A Taxi. The Rain's Very Important. That's When Paris Smells Its Sweetest. It's The Damp Chestnut Trees.

It's That Wonderful Old-fashioned Idea That Others Come First And You Come Second. This Was The Whole Ethic By Which I Was Brought Up. Others Matter More Than You Do, So 'don't Fuss, Dear; Get On With It.'

Success Is Like Reaching An Important Birthday And Finding You're Exactly The Same.

I Tried Always To Do Better: Saw Always A Little Further. I Tried To Stretch Myself.