There Are Worse Things Than Poverty, Though

To Fall In Love You Have To Be In The State Of Mind For It To Take, Like A Disease.

Spring Came Late, But When It Came It Was Hand-in-hand With Summer, And Almost At Once Everything Was Baking And Warm, And In The Villages The People Danced Every Night On Concrete Dancing Floors Under The Plane Trees.

Always Either On A Peak Of Happiness Or Drowning In Black Waters Of Despair They Loved Or They Loathed, They Lived In A World Of Superlatives

Always Be Civil To The Girls, You Never Know Who They May Marry.

Americans Relate All Effort, All Work, And All Of Life Itself To The Dollar. Their Talk Is Of Nothing But Dollars.