The Mere Process Of Growing Old Together

There Are People Whose Society I Find Delicious; But When I Sit Alone And Think Of Them I Shudder.

Thank Heavens, The Sun Has Gone In And I Don’t Have To Go Out And Enjoy It.

A Best-seller Is The Gilded Tomb Of A Mediocre Talent

The Indefatigable Pursuit Of An Unattainable Perfection -even Though Nothing More Than The Pounding Of An Old Piano -is What Alone Gives A Meaning To Our Life On This Unavailing Star.

We Need Two Kinds Of Acquaintances, One To Complain To, While To The Others We Boast.