Love's A Disease. But Curable.

I Seldom Meet Actors, They Are To Me Bright Strange Fishes Swimming In An Element Alien To Me; I Feel That To Meet Them Is To See Life.

Life, For All Its Agonies...is Exciting And Beautiful, Amusing And Artful And Endearing...and Whatever Is To Come After It -- We Shall Not Have This Life Again.

God Very Seldom Succeeds. He Has Very Nearly Everything Against Him, Of Course.

At The Worst, A House Unkept Cannot Be So Distressing As A Life Unlived.

Every Year, In The Deep Midwinter, There Descends Upon This World A Terrible Fortnight. ... Every Shop Is A Choked Mass Of Humanity ... Nerves Are Jangled And Frayed, Purses Emptied To No Purposes, All Amusements And All Occupations Suspended In Favor Of Frightful Businesses With Brown Paper, String, Letters, Cards, Stamps, And Crammed Post Offices. This Period Is Doubtless A Foretaste Of Whatever Purgatory Lies In Store For Human Creatures.