It Was Such A Beautiful Day I

We Do Not Write As We Want, But As We Can.

A Good Havana Is One Of The Best Pleasures That I Know.

I Am Sick Of This Way Of Life. The Weariness And Sadness Of Old Age Make It Intolerable. I Have Walked With Death In Hand, And Death's Own Hand Is Warmer Than My Own. I Don't Wish To Live Any Longer.

When You Are Young You Take The Kindness People Show You As Your Right.

I've Always Been Interested In People, But I've Never Liked Them.