Growing Old Is Not A Gradual Decline,

People Have A Right To Be Shocked; The Mention Of Unmentionable Things Is A Kind Of Participation In Them.

Happiness Is A Wine Of The Rarest Vintage, And Seems Insipid To A Vulgar Taste.

Those Who Talk On The Razor-edge Of Double-meanings Pluck The Rarest Blooms From The Precipice On Either Side.

All Our Lives We Are Putting Pennies — Our Most Golden Pennies — Into Penny-in-the-slot Machines That Are Almost Always Empty.

A Slight Touch Of Friendly Malice And Amusement Towards Those We Love Keeps Our Affections For Them From Turning Flat.