If You Are Blessed, You Are Blessed,

The Mystery Surrounding Garbo Was As Thick As A London Fog.

All Alike, You Men. You Only Want The Satisfaction Of Being Through With Us First, That's All. So Far I've Had The Good Fortune Of Beating You To It. So I Am Heartless.

Except Physically, We Know Little More About Garbo Than We Know About Shakespeare.

Love Is A Romantic Designation For A Most Ordinary Biological Process-or, Shall We Say, Chemical-process ... A Lot Of Nonsense Is Talked And Written About It.

It Is Bitter To Think Of One's Best Years Disappearing In This Unpolished Country.