I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.

One Must Not Look Inward Too Much, While The Inside Is Yet Tender. I Do Not Wish To Frighten Myself Until I Can Stand It.

New York Is The Meeting Place Of The Peoples, The Only City Where You Can Hardly Find A Typical American.

Of Course I Think Of The Past And Of Paris, What Else Is There To Remember?

I Couldn't Ever Boil Potatoes Over The Heat Of Your Affection. Your Love Would Never Bridge A Gap; It Wouldn't Even Fill Up The Hole That The Mice Came Through.