Habit Is A Great Deadener.

It Was Long Since I Had Longed For Anything And The Effect On Me Was Horrible.

I Can't Go On. I'll Go On.

Love, That Is All I Asked, A Little Love, Daily, Twice Daily, Fifty Years Of Twice Daily Love Like A Paris Horse-butcher's Regular, What Normal Woman Wants Affection?

To Every Man His Little Cross. Till He Dies. And Is Forgotten.

I Don't Know Why I Told This Story. I Could Just As Well Have Told Another. Perhaps Some Other Time I'll Be Able To Tell Another. Living Souls, You Will See How Alike They Are.