What Will Survive Of Us Is Love.

The Difficult Part Of Love Is Being Selfish Enough.

So Many Things I Had Thought Forgotten Return To My Mind With Stranger Pain: Like Letters That Arrive Addressed To Someone Who Left The House So Many Years Ago.

Most People Know More As They Get Older: I Give All That The Cold Shoulder.

Joy Is For The Simple Or The Great To Feel, Neither Of Which We Are.

You Can't Put Off Being Young Until You Retire.