If I should go before the rest of you Break not a flower nor inscribe a stone, Nor when I'm gone speak in a Sunday voice But be the usual selves that I have known. Weep if you must, Parting is hell, But life goes on, So sing as well.

Progress everywhere today does seem to come so very heavily disguised as Chaos.

There is no such thing as the pursuit of happiness, but there is the discovery of joy.

They look quite promising in the shop; and not entirely without hope when I get them back into my wardrobe. But then, when I put them on they tend to deteriorate with a very strange rapidity and one feels so sorry for them.

Happiness is the sublime moment when you get out of your corsets at night.

I have a theory that I did most of my observing probably before I was twenty, stored it, and am still drawing on it.

Weep if you must Parting is hell But life goes on So sing as well.