Some Say Life Is The Thing, But

It Is Not So Much True That The World Loves A Lover As That The Lover Loves All The World.

Growing Old Is Not All Sweetness And Light. Old Women Especially Are Invisible.

We No More Forget The Faces Of Our Enemies Than Of Those We Love.

Some Say Life Is The Thing, But I Prefer Reading.

The English, Although Partakers In The Most Variable And Quixotic Climate In The World, Never Become Used To Its Vagaries, But Comment Upon Them With Shock And Resentment As If All Their Lives Had Been Spent In The Predictable Monsoon.