Some People Dream Of Having

You Can Only Hope To Get A Combination Of Happy Work And A Happy Life.

This Is What You Do On Your Very First Day In Paris. You Get Yourself, Not A Drizzle, But Some Honest-to-goodness Rain, And You Find Yourself Someone Really Nice And Drive Her Through The Bois De Boulogne In A Taxi. The Rain's Very Important. That's When Paris Smells Its Sweetest. It's The Damp Chestnut Trees.

I Have No Illusions About My Looks. I Think My Face Is Funny.

I Lack Self-confidence. I Don't Know Whether I Shall Ever Get It. Perhaps It Is Better To Be Unsure Of Your Self, As I Am. But It Is Very Tiring.

Living Is Like Tearing Through A Museum. Not Until Later Do You Really Start Absorbing What You Saw, Thinking About It, Looking It Up In A Book, And Remembering - Because You Can't Take It In All At Once.