It Is The Loose Ends With Which

Love Is Bitter And All There Is, And That The Rest Is For The Emotional Beggars Of The Earth.

I Suppose All We Can Really Share With People Is A Taste For The Same Kinds Of Weather.

The Trouble With Emergencies Is," She Said, "that I Always Put On My Finest Underwear And Then Nothing Happens.

Nobody Has Ever Been Able To Experience What They Have Thoroughly Understood - Or Understand What They Have Experienced Until They Have Achieved A Detachment That Renders Them Incapable Of Repeating The Experience.

Death Is The Only Real Elegance.