Each Day My Reason Tells Me So;

I Believe That Two And Two Are Four And That Four And Four Are Eight.

You Only Die Once, But You Will Be Dead For A Very Long Time.

Reason Is Not What Decides Love.

My Heavens! I've Been Talking Prose For The Last Forty Years Without Knowing It.

There Is Something Inexpressibly Charming In Falling In Love And, Surely, The Whole Pleasure Lies In The Fact That Love Isn't Lasting.