Kisses Are The Remnants Of Paradise.

Don't You Forget What's Divine In The Russian Soul And That's Resignation.

Some Of Us, Regarding The Ocean With Understanding And Affection, Have Seen It Looking Old, As If The Immemorial Ages Had Been Stirred Up From The Undisturbed Bottom Of Ooze. For It Is A Gale Of Wind That Makes The Sea Look Old.

I Sit Down Religiously Every Morning, I Sit Down For Eight Hours Every Day - And The Sitting Down Is All.

Action Is Consolatory. It Is The Enemy Of Thought And The Friend Of Flattering Illusions.

Gossip Is What No One Claims To Like, But Everybody Enjoys.