Honesty, For Me, Is Usually The Worst

I Have No Television - I Hate It.

One Blow In Anger [would] Kill, Probably, A Child From Aged Two To Eight. Those Over Eight Would Take Two Blows To Kill.

What Was It To Love Someone, What Was Love Exactly, And Why Did It End Or Not End? Those Were The Real Questions, And Who Could Answer Them?

He Loved Possessions, Not Masses Of Them, But A Select Few That He Did Not Part With.they Gave A Man Self-respect. Not Ostentation But Quality, And The Love That Cherished The Quality. Possessions Reminded Him That He Existed, And Made Him Enjoy His Existence. It Was As Simple As That. And Wasn' T That Worth Something? He Existed.

It Always Gets Late With You. - Is That A Compliment?