Like Some Wines Our Love Could Neither

Hope Was An Instinct Only The Reasoning Human Mind Could Kill. An Animal Never Knew Despair.

I Get Fed Up With All This Nonsense Of Ringing People Up And Lighting Cigarettes And Answering The Doorbell That Passes For Action In So Many Modern Plays.

Champagne, If You Are Seeking The Truth, Is Better Than A Lie Detector.

I Couldn't Have Thought Of Her More. Even Vacancy Was Crowded With Her.

Like The Characters In Chekhov, They Have No Reserves -– You Learn The Most Intimate Secrets. You Get An Impression Of A World Peopled By Eccentrics, Of Odd Professions, Almost Incredible Stupidities, And, To Balance Them, Amazing Endurances.