My Love Was Both Humble And Audacious,

Do You Know...what I Think Is A Great Pity? It Is This: That We Have All Become Such Skeptics That We Hardly Believe What Our Pious Grandmothers Told Us.

I Don't Think... One Get A Flash Of Happiness Once, And Never Again; It Is There Deep Within You.

There Is A Particular Hapiness In Giving A Man Whom You Like Very Much, Good Food That You Have Cooked Yourself.

Here I Am, Where I Am Supposed To Be.

To Be A Person Is To Have A Story To Tell.