The Truth Is Friendship Is Every Bit

Why! Why! Why Is The Middle-class So Stodgy - So Utterly Without A Sense Of Humor?

I Always Felt That The Great High Privilege, Relief And Comfort Of Friendship Was That One Had To Explain Nothing.

What Is It With Me? Am I Absolutely Nobody, But Merely Inordinately Vain? I Do Not Know…. But I Am Most Fearfully Unhappy. That Is All. I Am So Unhappy That I Wish I Was Dead—yet I Should Be Mad To Die When I Have Not Yet Lived At All.

How Hard It Is To Escape From Places. However Carefully One Goes They Hold You — You Leave Little Bits Of Yourself Fluttering On The Fences — Like Rags And Shreds Of Your Very Life.

... I'd Always Rather Be With People Who Loved Me Too Little Rather Than With People Who Loved Me Too Much.