Why is there happiness and comfort and excitement where you are and no where else in the world.
I believed I was a salamander, and it seems I am nothing but an impediment.
Women, despite the fact that nine out of ten of them go through life with a death-bed air either of snatching-the-last-moment or with martyr-resignation, do not die tomorrow--or the next day. They have to live on to any one of many bitter ends.
Oh, the secret life of man and woman--dreaming how much better we would be than we are if we were somebody else or even ourselves, and feeling that our estate has been unexploited to its fullest.
It is the loose ends with which men hang themselves.