If One Can't Be Happy, One Must

People In Towns Are Always Preoccupied. 'have I Missed The Bus? Have I Forgotten The Potatoes? Can I Get Across The Road?

And Left-wing People Are Always Sad Because They Mind Dreadfully About Their Causes, And The Causes Are Always Going So Badly.

Sun, Silence, And Happiness.

Oh Dear... It Really Is Rather Disillusioning. When One's Friends Marry For Money They Are Wretched, When They Marry For Love It Is Worse. What Is The Proper Thing To Marry For, I Should Like To Know?

One's Emotions Are Intensified In Paris—one Can Be More Happy And Also More Unhappy Here Than In Any Other Place. But It Is Always A Positive Source Of Joy To Live Here, And There Is Nobody So Miserable As A Parisian In Exile From His Town.