Memory - The Very Skin Of Life.

[on Sociability In Italy:] You May Be A Hermit Or An Innkeeper.

While You Are Living, Part Of You Has Slipped Away To The Cemetery.

The Greatest Gift Is A Passion For Reading.

I Am Alone Here In New York, No Longer A We.

The Fifties - They Seem To Have Taken Place On A Sunny Afternoon That Asked Nothing Of You Except A Drifting Belief In The Moment And Its Power To Satisfy.