As A Child I Was Middle-aged And

I Criticize Myself Ruthlessly, But Never Mention The Faults Of Which I Am Truly Ashamed.

If Folly Disappeared, Wit Would Starve.

Only The Broken-hearted Know The Truth About Love.

The Educated Can Listen Impassively To Almost Anything.

The Past Goes Right On Pulling Me Apart, Though I Can Scarcely Remember The People Or The Issues.