Nobody Has Ever Measured, Not Even Poets,

Isn't It Funny How Danger Makes People Passionate?

Nobody Has Ever Measured, Not Even Poets, How Much The Heart Can Hold.

Women, Despite The Fact That Nine Out Of Ten Of Them Go Through Life With A Death-bed Air Either Of Snatching-the-last-moment Or With Martyr-resignation, Do Not Die Tomorrow--or The Next Day. They Have To Live On To Any One Of Many Bitter Ends.

Without You, Dearest Dearest I Couldn't See Or Hear Or Feel Or Think - Or Live - I Love You So And I'm Never In All Our Lives Going To Let Us Be Apart Another Night.

Nothing Annoys Me More Than Having The Most Trivial Action Analyzed And Explained.