Don't Be Led Away By Those Howls

Comedy And Tragedy Are So Mixed Up In Life, Gilbert. The Only Thing That Haunts Me Is That Tale Of The Two Who Lived Together Fifty Years And Hated Each Other All That Time. I Can't Believe They Really Did. Somebody Has Said That 'hate Is Only Love That Has Missed Its Way.' I Feel Sure That Under The Hatred They Really Loved Each Other . . . Just As I Really Loved You All Those Years I Thought I Hated You . . . And I Think Death Would Show It To Them. I'm Glad I Found Out In Life.

The Little Things In Life Often Make More Trouble Than The Big Things.

It Was Less Humiliating To Admit Crying Because Of Your Feet Than Because - Because Somebody Had Been Amusing Himself With You And Your Friends Had Forgotten You, And Other People Patronised You.

Perhaps, After All, Romance Did Not Come Into One’s Life With Pomp And Blare, Like A Gay Knight Riding Down; Perhaps It Crept To One’s Side Like An Old Friend Through Quiet Ways; Perhaps It Revealed Itself In Seeming Prose, Until Some Sudden Shaft Of Illumination Flung Athwart Its Pages Betrayed The Rhythm And The Music, Perhaps . . . Perhaps . . . Love Unfolded Naturally Out Of A Beautiful Friendship, As A Golden-hearted Rose Slipping From Its Green Sheath.

It's Delightful When Your Imaginations Come True, Isn't It?