One Never Knows When One Is Old

You Will Be Old-fashioned One Day. It's More Shocking Than Getting Old.

Why Do Birds Sing In The Morning? It's The Triumphant Shout: 'we Got Through Another Night!'

It's Not Till Sex Has Died Out Between A Man And A Woman That They Can Really Love. And Now I Mean Affection. Now I Mean To Be Fond Of (as One Is Fond Of Oneself) --to Hope, To Be Disappointed, To Live Inside The Other Heart.

The Press Blew, The Public Stared, Hands Flew Out Like A Million Little Fishes After Bread.

From Birth To Death We Are Alone.