Death Always Leaves One Singer To Mourn.

I Think Joy Is Just As Instructive As Pain, And I Like It Better. I Never Meant To Suffer Any More Than I Could Help; My Nature Was Meant For Happiness, A Daylight Art And Living.

All Life Worth Living Is Difficult, Nobody Promised Us Happiness; It Is Not A Commodity You Have Earned, Or Shall Ever Earn. It Is A By-product Of Brave Living, And It Never Comes In The Form We Expect, Or At The Season We Hoped For, Or As The Result Of Our Planning For It.

With The Most Infinite Tenderness I Have Ever Known In My Life, He Put His Arms Around Me, Gently, Gently, And I Embraced Him Around The Neck, And We Touched.

There Are Only A Few Bits Of Absolute Knowledge In The World, People Can Learn Only One Or Two Fundamental Facts About Each Other, The Rest Is Decoration And Prejudice.

[on Gertrude Stein's Making Of Americans:] I Doubt If All The People Who Should Read It Will Read It For A Great While Yet, For It Is In Such A Limited Edition, And Reading It Is Anyhow A Sort Of Permanent Occupation.