In France That Is The One Rule,

Twice In Her Life She Had Mistaken Something Else For It; It Was Like Seeing Somebody In The Street Who You Think Is A Friend, You Whistle And Wave And Run After Him, And It Is Not Only Not The Friend, But Not Even Very Like Him. A Few Minutes Later The Real Friend Appears In View, And Then You Can't Imagine How You Ever Mistook That Other Person For Him. Linda Was Now Looking Upon The Authentic Face Of Love, And She Knew It, But It Frightened Her. That It Should Come So Casually, So Much By A Series Of Accidents, Was Frightening.

Nothing Makes People Crosser Than Being Considered Too Old For Love.

Oh How Television Diminishes Everything.

There Are Worse Things Than Poverty, Though I Can't For The Moment Remember What They Are.

One Thing About Tourists Is That It Is Very Easy To Get Away From Them. Like Ants They Follow A Trail And A Few Yards Each Side Of That Trail There Are None.