If It's To Be, It's

I Might Give My Life For My Friend, But He Had Better Not Ask Me To Do Up A Parcel.

To Become Young Again Would Seem To Me An Appalling Prospect. Youth Is A Kind Of Delirium, Which Can Be Cured, If It Is Ever Cured At All, By Years Of Painful Treatment.

A Slight Touch Of Friendly Malice And Amusement Towards Those We Love Keeps Our Affections For Them From Turning Flat.

It Is The Wretchedness Of Being Rich That You Have To Live With Rich People.

It Is Through The Cracks In Our Brains That Ecstasy Creeps In.