Self-love Seems So Often Unrequited.

Literature Illuminates Life Only For Those To Whom Books Are A Necessity.

A Dance To The Music Of Time.

Self-love Seems So Often Unrequited.

On The Stage . . . Masks Are Assumed With Some Regard To Procedure; In Everyday Life, The Participants Act Their Parts Without Consideration Either For Suitability Of Scene Or For The Words Spoken By The Rest Of The Cast: The Result Is A General Tendency For Things To Be Brought To The Level Of Farce Even When The Theme Is Serious Enough.

There Is, After All, No Pleasure Like That Given By A Woman Who Really Wants To See You.