You Cannot Mix Up Sentiment

Instinct Is A Marvelous Thing. It Can Neither Be Explained Nor Ignored.

You Have A Tendency, Hastings, To Prefer The Least Likely. That, No Doubt, Is From Reading Too Many Detective Stories.

Of Course I Despise Money When I Haven't Got Any. It's The Only Dignified Thing To Do.

As Life Goes On It Becomes Tiring To Keep Up The Character You Invented For Yourself, And So You Relapse Into Individuality And Become More Like Yourself Everyday.

Where Do One's Fears Come From? Where Do They Shape Themselves? Where Do They Hide Before Coming Out Into The Open?