How Tedious Is Retirement! You Cannot Imagine

An Ugly Voice Repels Me Where An Ugly Face Would Not.

In The Midst Of Life, We Are In Death.

There's No Agony Like [getting Started]. You Sit In A Room, Biting Pencils, Looking At A Typewriter, Walking About, Or Casting Yourself Down On A Sofa, Feeling You Want To Cry Your Head Off.

I've Got A Stomach Now As Well As A Behind. And I Mean - Well, You Can't Pull It In Both Ways, Can You? ... I've Made It A Rule To Pull In My Stomach And Let My Behind Look After Itself.

Words, Mademoiselle, Are Only The Outer Clothing Of Ideas.