Being Good Is Just A Matter Of

The Bottomless Bitter Misery Of Childhood: How Little Even Now It Is Understood. Probably No Adult Misery Can Be Compared With A Child's Despair.

Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A Matter Of Forgetting How Charming Someone Is.

It Was Like Hunting Fish With An Underwater Gun, A Sport Which He Had Once Been Foolish Enough To Try. At One Moment There Is The Fish - Graceful, Mysterious, Desirable And Free - And The Next Moment There Is Nothing But Struggling And Blood And Confusion.

The Bereaved Cannot Communicate With The Unbereaved.

You Cannot Have Both Truth And What You Call Civilisation.