Growing Old Is An Emotion Which Comes

It Was Unbearable, And He Thought Again, 'how Unhappy I Am!' And Became Happier.

Romance Only Dies With Life. No Pair Of Pincers Will Ever Pull It Out Of Us. But There Is A Spurious Sentiment Which Cannot Resist The Unexpected And The Incongruous And The Grotesque. A Touch Will Loosen It, And The Sooner It Goes From Us The Better.

She Loved Him Absolutely, Perhaps For Half An Hour.

For A Wonderful Physical Tie Binds The Parents To The Children; And - By Some Sad, Strange Irony - It Does Not Bind Us Children To Our Parents. For If It Did, If We Could Answer Their Love Not With Gratitude But With Equal Love, Life Would Lose Much Of Its Pathos And Much Of Its Squalor, And We Might Be Wonderfully Happy.

We Are All Like Scheherazade's Husband, In That We Want To Know What Happens Next.