I Had Little Talent For Happiness.

That Passed The Time. It Would Have Passed In Any Case. Yes, But Not So Rapidly.

Life Is Habit. Or Rather Life Is A Succession Of Habits.

Silence, Yes, But What Silence! For It Is All Very Fine To Keep Silence, But One Has Also To Consider The Kind Of Silence One Keeps.

There's Man All Over For You, Blaming On His Boots The Fault Of His Feet.

I Asked Her To Look At Me And After A Few Moments - (pause) - After A Few Moments She Did, But The Eyes Just Slits, Because Of The Glare I Bent Over Her To Get Them In The Shadow And They Opened. (pause. Low) Let Me In.