Life Is Very Nice, But It Lacks

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

Things Are Beautiful If You Love Them.

Poor Little Men, Poor Little Cocks! As Soon As They're Old Enough, They Swell Their Plumage To Be Conquerors. If They Only Knew That It's Enough To Be Just A Little Bit Wounded And Sad In Order To Obtain Everything Without Fighting For It.

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.