Some People Make It Hard

I Do Not Understand Those Who Spend Hours At The Theater Watching Scenes Between People Whom They Would Not Listen To For Five Minutes In Real Life.

I'm Fond Of Human Beings, But Only One At A Time.

A Scholar's Heart Is A Dark Well In Which Are Buried Many Aborted Feelings That Rise To The Surface As Arguments.

Indiscretion Has Always Seemed To Me To Be One Of The Privileges Of Tact.

When You're In Love You Never Really Know Whether Your Elation Comes From The Qualities Of The One You Love, Or If It Attributes Them To Her; Whether The Light Which Surrounds Her Like A Halo Comes From You, From Her, Or From The Meeting Of Your Sparks.