New York Is The Meeting Place Of

Man Is The Only Thing That Has No Further Use After Something Goes Amiss.

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?

Life Is Painful, Nasty And Short.. In My Case It Has Only Been Painful And Nasty.

She Was Nervous About The Future; It Made Her Indelicate. She Was One Of The Most Unimportantly Wicked Women Of Her Time --because She Could Not Let Her Time Alone, And Yet Could Never Be A Part Of It. She Wanted To Be The Reason For Everything And So Was The Cause Of Nothing. She Had The Fluency Of Tongue And Action Meted Out By Divine Providence To Those Who Cannot Think For Themselves. She Was The Master Of The Over-sweet Phrase, The Over-tight Embrace.