Life Is A Pilgrimage And If You

The Evening Passes Somehow; I Watch Television With Nancy, Or I Write. It Is Difficult, Not Having A Family, And It Is Difficult To Explain. I Always Go To Bed Early. And I Am Always Ready For Monday Morning, That Time That Other People Dread.

A Man Of Such Obvious And Exemplary Charm Must Be A Liar.

The Lessons Taught In Great Books Are Misleading. The Commerce In Life Is Rarely So Simple And Never So Just.

That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And She Had Faded With Them. Now She Was As Grey As The Season Itself.

No Blame Should Attach To Telling The Truth. But It Does, It Does.