Happiness Has Always Seemed To Me A

A Strange Melancholy Pervades Me To Which I Hesitate To Give The Grave And Beautiful Name Of Sorrow. The Idea Of Sorrow Has Always Appealed To Me But Now I Am Almost Ashamed Of It's Complete Egoism. I Have Known Boredom, Regret, And Occasionally Remorse, But Never Sorrow. Today It Envelops Me Like A Silken Web, Enervating And Soft, And Sets Me Apart From Everybody Else.

Money May Not Buy Happiness, But I'd Rather Cry In A Jaguar Than On A Bus.

Jazz Music Is An Intensified Feeling Of Nonchalance.

Whisky, Gambling And Ferraris Are Better Than Housework.

At Night, Time Becomes A Calm Sea. It Goes On For Ever.