Life, Deal Gently With Her ... Love,

It Is When My Umbrella Turns Inside Out That I Am Convinced Of The Total Depravity Of Inanimate Things.

I Am Simply A 'book Drunkard.' Books Have The Same Irresistible Temptation For Me That Liquor Has For Its Devotee. I Cannot Withstand Them.

Why Did Dusk And Fir-scent And The Afterglow Of Autumnal Sunsets Make People Say Absurd Things?

Despair Is A Free Man--hope Is A Slave.

And If You Couldn't Be Loved, The Next Best Thing Was To Be Let Alone.