There Are Nice Things In The World

I'm Up To My Ears In Unwritten Words.

Grand. There's A Word I Really Hate. It's A Phony. I Could Puke Every Time I Hear It.

If I Were God, I Certainly Wouldn't Want People To Love Me Sentimentally. It's Too Unreliable.

The Room Was Not Impressively Large, Even By Manhattan Apartment-house Standards, But Its Accumulated Furnishings Might Have Lent A Snug Appearance To A Banquet Hall In Valhalla.

Some People You Shouldn't Kid, Even If They Deserve It.