It Is Not A Bad Thing That

If He's Getting Married, He's Not Longer Interesting.

There Are Days When Solitude, For Someone My Age, Is A Heady Wine That Intoxicates You With Freedom, Others When It Is A Bitter Tonic, And Still Others When It Is A Poison That Makes You Beat Your Head Against The Wall.

It Is Wise To Apply The Oil Of Refined Politeness To The Mechanisms Of Friendship.

Books, Books, Books. It Was Not That I Read So Much. I Read And Re-read The Same Ones. But All Of Them Were Necessary To Me. Their Presence, Their Smell, The Letters Of Their Titles, And The Texture Of Their Leather Bindings.

It Takes Time For The Absent To Assume Their True Shape In Our Thoughts.