We Who Are Of Mature Age Seldom

When You Have Loved As She Has Loved, You Grow Old Beautifully.

Sometimes The Road Was Only A Lane, With Thick Hawthorne Hedges, And The Green Elms Overhung It On Either Side So That When You Looked Up There Was Only A Strip Of Blue Sky Between. And As You Rode Along In The Warm, Keen Air You Had A Sensation That The World Was Standing Still And Life Would Last Forever. Although You Were Pedaling With Such Energy You Had A Delicious Feeling Of Laziness.

It Is Astonishing How Many Books I Find There Is No Need For Me To Read At All.

When You Are Young You Take The Kindness People Show You As Your Right.

If A Man Hasn't What's Necessary To Make A Woman Love Him, It's His Fault, Not Hers.