I Like Seeing People When

Only Half A Page Left Now. Shall I Fill It With 'i Love You, I Love You'-- Like Father's Page Of Cats On The Mat? No. Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

I Like Seeing People When They Can't See Me.

Though He Had Very Little Latin Beyond "cave Canem," He Had, As A Young Dog, Devoured Shakespeare (in A Tasty Leather Binding).

...i Have Noticed That When Things Happen In One's Imaginings, They Never Happen In One's Life, So I Am Curbing Myself.

What A Tiny List Of Friends I Have! All My Fault. I Less And Less Want To See People.