Life Is But A Continual Succession Of

No Matter What You Do This Year Or In The Next Hundred, You Will Be Dead Forever.

He Was Carrying A Suitcase With Clothing In Order To Stay And Another Just Like It With Almost Two Thousand Letters That She Had Written Him. They Were Arranged By Date In Bundles Ties With Colored Ribbons, And They Were All Unopened.

I Would Give Wings To Children, But I Would Leave It To Them To Learn How To Fly By Themselves.

This Was When I Heard That The First Symptom Of Old Age Is When You Begin To Resemble Your Father.

I Discovered That My Obsession For Having Each Thing In The Right Place, Each Subject At The Right Time, Each Word In The Right Style, Was Not The Well-deserved Reward Of An Ordered Mind, But Just The Opposite: A Complete System Of Pretense Invented By Me To Hide The Disorder Of My Nature.