Hard To Sit Here And Be Close

You’re Just The Romantic Age,” She Continued- “fifty. Twenty-five Is Too Worldly Wise; Thirty Is Apt To Be Pale From Overwork; Forty Is The Age Of Long Stories That Take A Whole Cigar To Tell; Sixty Is- Oh, Sixty Is Too Near Seventy; But Fifty Is The Mellow Age. I Love Fifty.” - Hildegarde

I Like France, Where Everybody Thinks He's Napoleon--down Here Everybody Thinks He's Christ.

She Was Overstrained With Grief And Loneliness: Almost Any Shoulder Would Have Done As Well.

Never Confuse A Single Defeat With A Final Defeat.

Show Me A Hero And I'll Write You A Tragedy.