I Couldn't Forgive Him Or Like Him,

Never Miss A Party...good For The Nerves--like Celery.

There Are All Kinds Of Love In This World But Never The Same Love Twice.

I Was Rather Literary In College—one Year I Wrote A Series Of Very Solemn And Obvious Editorials For The 'yale News.'—and Now I Was Going To Bring Back All Such Things Into My Life And Become Again That Most Limited Of All Specialists, The 'well-rounded Man.' This Isn’t Just An Epigram—life Is Much More Successfully Looked At From A Single Window, After All.

All Things Come To Him Who Mates.

How Different It All Was From What You'd Planned.