Humor Is The Spiciest Condiment In The

I'm Just Tired Of Everything…even Of The Echoes. There Is Nothing In My Life But Echoes…echoes Of Lost Hopes And Dreams And Joys. They're Beautiful And Mocking.

…i'm Sorry, And A Little Dissatisfied As Well. Miss Stacy Told Me Long Ago That By The Time I Was Twenty My Character Would Be Formed, For Good Or Evil. I Don't Feel That It's What It Should Be. It's Full Of Flaws.' 'so's Everybody's,' Said Aunt Jamesina Cheerfully. 'mine's Cracked In A Hundred Places. Your Miss Stacy Likely Meant That When You Are Twenty Your Character Would Have Got Its Permanent Bent In One Direction Or 'tother, And Would Go On Developing In That Line.

Night Is Beautiful When You Are Happy--comforting When You Are In Grief--terrible When You Are Lonely And Unhappy.

We Are Both Going To Pray That We May Live Together All Our Lives And Die The Same Day.

As A Rule, I Am Very Careful To Be Shallow And Conventional Where Depth And Originality Are Wasted.