One is forever throwing away substance for shadows

One is forever throwing away substance for shadows.

Appearance, not reality, is what the clever dog grasps at in these clever days. We spurn the dull-brown solid earth; we build our lives and homes in the fair-seeming rainbow-land of shadow and chimera.

We owe something to extravagance, for thrift and adventure seldom go hand in hand.

He has a future and I have a past, so we should be all right.

ALMA: "I rather suspect her of being in love with him."/ MARTIN: "Her own husband? Monstrous! What a selfish woman!"