The Nose Is Surely One Of The

There Has Been A Marvelous Joyous Carnival Of Mourning For Edith Piaf And Jean Coctaeau, And It Was Real! They Died As They Had Lived, With Style And Grace And Their Proper Eccentricity; And Paris Loves Anybody Who Can Live Anarchically And Be Delightful Entertainment At The Same Time. So Do I.

Those Who Give The Orders Are Not The Ones To Die The People Who Are Doing The Work And The Fighting And The Dying, And Those Who Are Doing The Talking, Are Not All The Same People.

And Yet, We Know How Fatal The Pursuit Of Liveliness May Be: It May Result In ... Tiresome Acrobatics. ... Flashy Effects Distract The Mind. They Destroy Their Persuasiveness; You Would Not Believe A Man Was Very Intent On Ploughing A Furrow If He Carried A Hoop With Him And Jumped Through It At Every Other Step. ... When Virtuosity Gets The Upper Hand Of Your Theme, Or Is Better Than Your Idea, It Is Time To Quit.

With The Most Infinite Tenderness I Have Ever Known In My Life, He Put His Arms Around Me, Gently, Gently, And I Embraced Him Around The Neck, And We Touched.

I Do Not Understand The World, But I Watch It's Progress.