It Is Hard And Perhaps Impossible For

The Things Men Come To Eat When They Are Alone Are, I Suppose, Not Much Stranger Than The Men Themselves.... A Writer Years Ago Told Me Of Living For Five Months On Hen Mash.

There Are Many People Like Me Who Believe Firmly, If Somewhat Incoherently, That Pockets On This Planet Are Filled With What Humans Have Left Behind Them, Both Good And Evil, And That Any Such Spiritual Accumulation Can Stay There Forever, Past Definition Of Such A Stern Word.

It Is Hard And Perhaps Impossible For Many People To Recognize The Difference Between Innocence And Naiveté.

I Was Horribly Self-conscious; I Wanted Everybody To Look At Me And Think Me The Most Fascinating Creature In The World, And Yet I Died A Small Hideous Death If I Saw Even One Person Throw A Casual Glance At Me.

Sharing Our Meals Should Be A Joyful And A Trustful Act, Rather Than The Cursory Fulfillment Of Our Social Obligations.