The smell of opium is the least stupid smell in the world.

I thought of a lot of things to do$$$ but they wouldn't work. They all hurt some one else.

I don't know what I shall do. I just want to go away and look at people and think.

Well$$$ that's not easy to answer when the question is so stupidly put.

I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness.

Her silence is mine.

A German wine label is one of the things life's too short for.

Beware of curiously shaped or oddly-got-up bottles: you are likely to be paying for the parcel rather than what is wrapped up in it.

There was no excuse which didn't consist of inexcusable.

You have to learn to recognize your own depths.