A Whole Roomful Of Jews

A Closed Mind Is A Dying Mind.

There's No Sauce For Play Like Work.

The Very Rich And The Very Social Are, Often, The Very Stuffy.

It Sounds So Far Away And Different. I Like Different Places. I Like Any Places That Isn't Here.

Wasn't Marriage, Like Life, Unstimulating And Unprofitable And Somewhat Empty When Too Well Ordered And Protected And Guarded. Wasn't It Finer, More Splendid, More Nourishing, When It Was, Like Life Itself, A Mixture Of The Sordid And The Magnificent; Of Mud And Stars; Of Earth And Flowers; Of Love And Hate And Laughter And Tears And Ugliness And Beauty And Hurt.