Beauty Is One Of The Rare Things

We Poison Our Lives With Fear Of Burglary And Shipwreck, And, Ask Anyone, The House Is Never Burgled, And The Ship Never Goes Down.

A Happy Love Is Full Of Quarrels, You Know.

Chacun De Nous A Un Jour, Plus Ou Moins Triste, Plus Ou Moins Lointain, O U' Il Doit Enfin Accepter D'e" Tre Un Homme. There Will Come A Day For Each Of Us, More Or Less Sad, More Or Less Distant, Whenwe Must Accept The Condition Of Being Human.

Oh, Love Is Real Enough; You Will Find It Someday, But It Has One Archenemy - And That Is Life.

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.