People Say That Life Is The Thing,

So, I Never Lose A Sense Of The Whimsical And Perilous Charm Of Daily Life, With Its Meetings And Words And Accidents.

How Can They Say My Life Is Not A Success? Have I Not For More Than Sixty Years Got Enough To Eat And Escaped Being Eaten?

How It Infuriates A Bigot, When He Is Forced To Drag Out His Dark Convictions!

To Become Young Again Would Seem To Me An Appalling Prospect. Youth Is A Kind Of Delirium, Which Can Be Cured, If It Is Ever Cured At All, By Years Of Painful Treatment.

Only Those Who Get Into Scrapes With Their Eyes Open Can Find The Safe Way Out.