The Only Difficulty Is To Know What

What With The Reviews Of Critics, The Sarcasms Of One's Friends, The Reproaches Of One's Own Taste, There's Precious Little Peace After Publishing A Book.

We Are So Little, So Ignorant, So Feeble An Infant Race Crawling On A Planet Between Immensities We Haven't Even Begun To Understand, That Really We Have No Grounds For Either Congratulation Or Despair.

Most Gay, Conversational, Careless, Lovely City ... Where One Drinks Golden Tokay Until One Feels Most Beautiful, And Warm And Loved - Oh, Budapesth!

Life Flows On Over Death As Water Closes Over A Stone Dropped Into A Pool. ... Fate Is Certain; Death Is Certain; But The Courage And Nobility Of Men And Women Matter More Than These.

I Am Much Perturbed By This Business Of Sickness. Our Bodies Seem So Easily To Leap Into The Saddle Where Our Minds Should Be. People Who Are Ill Become Changelings.