Outrage, Combining As It Does Shock, Anger,

Only The United Beat Of Sex And Heart Can Create Ecstasy.

Love So Seldom Means Happiness.

When One Kicks Over A Tea Table And Smashes Everything But The Sugar Bowl, One May As Well Pick That Up And Drop It On The Bricks, Don't You Think?

When The Habitually Even-tempered Suddenly Fly Into A Passion, That Explosion Is Apt To Be More Impressive Than The Outburst Of The Most Violent Amongst Us.

Infatuation Is One Of Those Slightly Comic Illnesses Which Are At Once So Undignified And So Painful That A Nice-minded World Does Its Best To Ignore Their Existence Altogether, Referring To Them Only Under Provocation And Then With Apology, But, Like Its More Material Brother, This Boil On The Neck Of The Spirit Can Hardly Be Forgotten Either By The Sufferer Or Anyone Else In His Vicinity. The Malady Is Ludicrous, Sad, Excruciating And, Above All, Instantly Diagnosable.