When A Man Goes Through Six Years

I Don't Like People," Said Velvet. "... I Only Like Horses.

In Marriage There Are No Manners To Keep Up, And Beneath The Wildest Accusations No Real Criticism. Each Is Familiar With That Ancient Child In The Other Who May Erupt Again. We Are Not Ridiculous To Ourselves. We Are Ageless. That Is The Luxury Of The Wedding Ring.

You Will Be Old-fashioned One Day. It's More Shocking Than Getting Old.

From Birth To Death We Are Alone.

One's Palate Is Reborn Every Morning!