Life is terrible. It rules us, we do not rule it.
The tragedy of growing old is not that one is old but that one is young.
When good Americans die, they go to Paris" "Where do bad Americans go?" "They stay in America
Now and then it is a joy to have one's table red with wine and roses.
Always! That is the dreadful word ... it is a meaningless word, too.
Everyone should keep someone else's diary.