Pity Is Exhaustible. What A Terrible Discovery!

Isn't The Fear Of Pain Next Brother To Pain Itself?

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.

But I Had Been In Love Pretty Often And I Didn't Think It Stood The Wear And Tear.

When A Man Goes Through Six Years Training To Be A Doctor He Will Never Be The Same. He Knows Too Much.

I Am Not A Born Writer, But I Was Born A Writer.