There May Be Wonder In Money, But,

I Don't Like People," Said Velvet. "... I Only Like Horses.

It's Not Till Sex Has Died Out Between A Man And A Woman That They Can Really Love. And Now I Mean Affection. Now I Mean To Be Fond Of (as One Is Fond Of Oneself) --to Hope, To Be Disappointed, To Live Inside The Other Heart.

I Shall Continue To Explore-the Astonishment Of Living.

The Dangerous Thing About Hate Is That It Seems So Reasonable.

One Never Knows When One Is Old For Certain.