Our Entire Life, With Our Fine Moral

A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels, You Know.

It Is Restful, Tragedy, Because One Knows That There Is No More Lousy Hope Left. You Know You're Caught, Caught At Last Like A Rat With All The World On Its Back. And The Only Thing Left To Do Is Shout - Not Moan, Or Complain, But Yell Out At The Top Of Your Voice Whatever It Was You Had To Say. What You've Never Said Before. What Perhaps You Don't Even Know Till Now.

Nobody Has A More Sacred Obligation To Obey The Law Than Those Who Make The Law.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

All Children Are Sweet At Five. But At Twelve They Begin To Get Silly.