Those Who Set Out To Serve Both

Don't Tell Friends Their Social Faults; They Will Cure The Fault And Never Forgive You.

Those Who Talk On The Razor-edge Of Double-meanings Pluck The Rarest Blooms From The Precipice On Either Side.

So, I Never Lose A Sense Of The Whimsical And Perilous Charm Of Daily Life, With Its Meetings And Words And Accidents.

Give Me A Bed And A Book And I Am Happy.

There Are People Who, Like Houses, Are Beautiful In Dilapidation.