The only way to spend New Year's Eve is either quietly with friends or in a brothel. Otherwise when the evening ends and people pair off, someone is bound to be left in tears.

The stars are not wanted now, put out every one Pack up the moon & dismantle the sun.

If we really want to live, we'd better start at once to try.

And none will hear the postman’s knock Without a quickening of the heart. For who can bear to feel himself forgotten?

The desires of the heart are as crooked as corkscrews Not to be born is the best for man The second best is a formal order The dance's pattern, dance while you can. Dance, dance, for the figure is easy The tune is catching and will not stop Dance till the stars come down from the rafters Dance, dance, dance till you drop.

The ear tends to be lazy, craves the familiar and is shocked by the unexpected; the eye, on the other hand, tends to be impatient, craves the novel and is bored by repetition.

Thank God for books as an alternative to conversation.