There Is No Need To Waste Pity

A Pretty Little Collection Of Weaknesses And A Terror Of Spiders Are Our Indispensable Stock-in-trade With The Men...

By Means Of An Image We Are Often Able To Hold On To Our Lost Belongings. But It Is The Desperateness Of Losing Which Picks The Flowers Of Memory, Binds The Bouquet.

Truffles Must Come To The Table In Their Own Stock And As You Break Open This Jewel Sprung From A Poverty-stricken Soil, Imagine - If You Have Never Visited It - The Desolate Kingdom Where It Rules.

You Must Not Pity Me Because My Sixtieth Year Finds Me Still Astonished. To Be Astonished Is One Of The Surest Ways Of Not Growing Old Too Quickly.

The Lovesick, The Betrayed, And The Jealous All Smell Alike.