Style Is A Magic Wand, And Turns

How Can They Say My Life Is Not A Success? Have I Not For More Than Sixty Years Got Enough To Eat And Escaped Being Eaten?

We Need New Friends; Some Of Us Are Cannibals Who Have Eaten Their Old Friends Up; Others Must Have Ever-renewed Audiences Before Whom To Re-enact The Ideal Version Of Their Lives.

What Joy Can The Years Bring Half So Sweet As The Unhappiness They've Taken Away?

What Is More Mortifying Than To Feel That You Have Missed The Plum For Want Of Courage To Shake The Tree?

The Mere Process Of Growing Old Together Will Make The Slightest Acquaintance Seem A Bosom Friend.