There Are People Who, Like Houses, Are

Thank Heavens, The Sun Has Gone In And I Don’t Have To Go Out And Enjoy It.

We Need Two Kinds Of Acquaintances, One To Complain To, While To The Others We Boast.

It's An Odd Thing About This Universe That, Though We All Disagree With Each Other, We Are All Of Us Always In The Right.

The Indefatigable Pursuit Of An Unattainable Perfection -even Though Nothing More Than The Pounding Of An Old Piano -is What Alone Gives A Meaning To Our Life On This Unavailing Star.

How Often My Soul Visits The National Gallery, And How Seldom