Silence Sat In The Taxi, As Though

A Bowen, In The First Place, Made Bowen's Court. Since Then, With A Rather Alarming Sureness, Bowen's Court Has Made All The Succeeding Bowens.

To Walk Into History Is To Be Free At Once, To Be At Large Among People.

I Think The Main Thing, Don't You, Is To Keep The Show On The Road.

Pity The Selfishness Of Lovers: It Is Brief, A Forlorn Hope; It Is Impossible.

Darling, I Don't Want You; I've Got No Place For You; I Only Want What You Give. I Don't Want The Whole Of Anyone.... What You Want Is The Whole Of Me-isn't It, Isn't It?-and The Whole Of Me Isn't There For Anybody. In That Full Sense You Want Me I Don't Exist.