That Sun, That Light Had Faded, And

Satire Is Dependent On Strong Beliefs, And On Strong Beliefs Wounded.

It Is Best To Marry For Purely Selfish Reasons.

Death Is Only A Small Interruption.

I Am Not A Romantic. I Am A Domestic Animal. I Do Not Sigh And Yearn For Extravagant Displays Of Passion, For The Grand Affair, The World Well Lost For Love. I Know All That, And Know That It Leaves You Lonely. No, What I Crave Is The Simplicity Of Routine. An Evening Walk, Arm In Arm, In Fine Weather. A Game Of Cards. Time For Idle Talk. Preparing A Meal Together.

The Essence Of Romantic Love Is That Wonderful Beginning, After Which Sadness And Impossibility May Become The Rule.