Some Things Can Be Both

This Isn't The First Time The World Has Come To An End, And It Won't Be The Last Either.

Guilleaume Left La Praline With A Small Bag Of Florentines In His Pocket; Before He Had Turned The Corner Of Avenue Des Francs Bourgeois I Saw Him Stoop To Offer One To The Dog. A Pat, A Bark, A Wagging Of The Short Stubby Tail. As I Said, Some People Never Have To Think About Giving.

The Past Is An Obdurate Stranger That Puts As Many Marks On Us As We Attempt To Impose On It.

Places Have Their Own Characters. . . . But The People Begin To Look The Same.

I'm Incapable Of Hiding My Feelings When I'm Around Someone I Don't Like.