Happiness, Remarked Maury Noble One Day, Is

Tomorrow We Will Run Faster, Stretch Out Our Arms Farther.

Sometimes It Is Harder To Deprive Oneself Of A Pain Than Of A Pleasure And The Memory So Possessed Him That For The Moment There Was Nothing To Do But To Pretend.

I Felt A Haunting Loneliness Sometimes, And Felt It In Others--young Clerks In The Dusk, Wasting The Most Poignant Moments Of Night And Life.

She Was Beautiful - But Especially She Was Without Mercy.

Never Confuse Activity With Action.