I Have Really Sinned. I Am Going

Certain Unique Books Seem To Be Without Forerunners Or Successors As Far As Their Authors Are Concerned. Even Though They May Profoundly Influence The Work Of Other Writers, For Their Creator They're Complete, Not Leading Anywhere.

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

The Devil's Out Of Fashion.

Just To Be In Love Seemed The Most Blissful Luxury I Had Ever Known. The Thought Came To Me That Perhaps It Is The Loving That Counts, Not The Being Loved In Return -- That Perhaps True Loving Can Never Know Anything But Happiness. For A Moment I Felt That I Had Discovered A Great Truth.

Topaz Was Wonderfully Patient - But Sometimes I Wonder If It Is Not Only Patience, But Also A Faint Resemblance To Cows.