I Am 46, And Have

Time Misspent In Youth Is Sometimes All The Freedom One Ever Has.

A Man Of Such Obvious And Exemplary Charm Must Be A Liar.

I Suppose What One Wants Really Is Ideal Company And Books Are Ideal Company.

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.

It Is Best To Marry For Purely Selfish Reasons.