I have given up trying to be happy. It is no use an leads to nothing.

I do not say anything from jealousy.

I let my personal feelings take care of themselves. I find that works better.

I speak English, so I am no longer cute. My tongue itches for French.

Most women are indulgent of themselves. This is a mistake. It should be only the reward of old age.

I was very adept at acquiring languages.

I do not like vaudeville, but what can I do? It likes me.