My notes have a curious tendency, as I realize at last, to annihilate all they purport to record.
Do we mean love, when we say love?
The bicycle is a great good. But it can turn nasty, if ill employed.
It's so nice to know where you're going, in the early stages. It almost rids you of the wish to go there.
There's man all over for you, blaming on his boots the fault of his feet.
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.