There Comes A Point At Which You

Beautiful Things Spoil Nothing.

It Is Always Sad To Leave A Place To Which One Knows One Will Never Return.

Farming -- A Vocation Accursed Of Heaven, Since One Never Saw A Millionaire Involved In It.

One Day, I Shall Explode Like An Artillery Shell And All My Bits Will Be Found On The Writing Table.

Oh, If I Had Been Loved At The Age Of Seventeen, What An Idiot I Would Be Today. Happiness Is Like Smallpox: If You Catch It Too Soon, It Can Completely Ruin Your Constitution.