Politics Is A Thing That Only The

More Always Means Worse.

When That Ineffable Compound Of Depression, Sadness (these Two Are Not The Same), Anxiety, Self-hatred, Sense Of Failure And Fear For The Future Begins To Steal Over You, Start Telling Yourself That What You Have Is A Hangover. You Are Not Sickening For Anything, You Have Not Suffered A Minor Brain Lesion, You Are Not All That Bad At Your Job, Your Family And Friends Are Not Leagued In A Conspiracy Of Barely Maintained Silence About What A S**t You Are, You Have Not Come At Last To See Life As It Really Is And There Is No Use Crying Over Spilt Milk.

Only A World Without Love Strikes Me As Instantly And Decisively More Terrible Than One Without Music.

The Scandinavians Are Dear People But They've Never Been What You Might Call Bywords For Wit And Sparkle, Have They?

Man's Love Is Of Man's Life A Thing Apart;girls Aren't Like That.