Have All Beautiful Things Sad Destinies?

After All This, What Happened? What Happened Was That, As Soon As I Had The Slightest Chance Of A Place To Hide In, I Crept Into It And Hid. Well, Sometimes It's A Fine Day Isn't It? Sometimes The Skies Are Blue. Sometimes The Air Is Light, Easy To Breathe. And There Is Always Tomorrow.

Some Must Cry So That Others May Be Able To Laugh The More Heartily. Sacrifices Are Necessary.

London Is Like A Cold Dark Dream Sometimes.

What You Take To Be Hyprocrisy Is Sometimes A Certain Caution, Sometimes Genuine, Though Ponderous, Childish, Sometimes A Mixture Of Both.

...morbidly, Attracted Him To Strangeness, To Recklessnesss, Even Unhappiness.