The time to begin most things is ten years ago.
The three horrors of modern life - talk without meaning, desire without love, work without satisfaction.
An old racetrack joke reminds you that your program contains all the winners' names. I stare at my typewriter keys with the same thought.
Women are afraid of mice and of murder, and of very little in between.
Women go to beauty parlors for the unmussed look men hate.
We are irritated by rascals, intolerant of fools, and prepared to love the rest. But where are they?