Fine. Since the tea is not forthcoming, let's have a philosophical conversation.

I am now and have always been a stranger to the realm of practical matters.

We learn about life not from plusses alone, but from minuses as well.

I swear fearfully at the conventions of the stage.

There isn't a Monday that would not cede its place to Tuesday.

In nature a repulsive caterpillar turns into a lovely butterfly. But with human beings it is the other way round: a lovely butterfly turns into a repulsive caterpillar.

I let myself go at the beginning and write with an easy mind, but by the time I get to the middle I begin to grow timid and to fear my story will be too long. . .That is why the beginning of my stories is always very promising and looks as though I were starting on a novel, and the middle is huddled and timid, and the end is...like fireworks.