Confession Ran In The Family.

One Doesn't Have To Get Anywhere In A Marriage. It's Not A Public Conveyance.

Of Course Reading And Thinking Are Important But, My God, Food Is Important Too. How Fortunate We Are To Be Food-consuming Animals. Each Meal Should Be A Treat And One Ought To Bless Every Day Which Brings With It A Good Digestion And The Precious Gift Of Hunger.

Every Book Is The Wreck Of A Perfect Idea.

So We Live; A Spirit That Broods And Hovers Over The Continual Death Of Time, The Lost Meaning, The Unrecaptured Moment, The Unremembered Face, Until The Final Chop That Ends All Our Moments And Plunges That Spirit Back Into The Void From Which It Came.

The Talk Of Lovers Who Have Just Declared Their Love Is One Of Life's Most Sweet Delights. Each Vies With The Other In Humility, In Amazement At Being So Valued. The Past Is Searched For The First Signs And Each One Is In Haste To Declare All That He Is So That No Part Of His Being Escapes The Hallowing Touch.