We Must All Make Do With The

And, Conversely, She Went On To Herself, Sneering At The Grand Duke's Palace, Poverty Is Wasted On The Poor, Who Never Know How To Make The Best Of Things, Are Only The Rich Without Money, Are Just As Useless At Looking After Themselves, Can't Handle Their Cash Just Like The Rich Can't, Always Squandering It On Bright, Pretty, Useless Things In Just The Same Way.

They Were Connoisseurs Of Boredom. They Savoured The Various Bouquets Of The Subtly Differentiated Boredoms Which Rose From The Long, Wasted Hours At The Dead End Of Night.

This Lack Of Imagination Gives His Heroism To The Hero.

Some Cities Are Women And Must Be Loved; Others Are Men And Can Only Be Admired Or Bargained With

Home Is Where The Heart Is And Hence A Movable Feast.