Paris Is A Hard Place To Leave,

There Are Some Things You Learn Best In Calm, And Some In Storm.

Whatever Is Felt Upon The Page Without Being Specifically Named There — That, One Might Say, Is Created.

When We Look Back, The Only Things We Cherish Are Those Which In Some Way Met Our Original Want; The Desire Which Formed In Us In Early Youth, Undirected, And Of Its Own Accord.

There Is Often A Good Deal Of The Child Left In People Who Have Had To Grow Up Too Soon.

I've Seen It Before. There Are Women Who Spread Ruin Through No Fault Of Theirs, Just By Being Too Beautiful, Too Ful Of Life And Love. They Can't Help It. Poeple Come To Them As People Go To A Warm Fire In Winter.