Death Is Loneliness In Its Purest Form.

The Human Heart Is Not Yet So Corroded That It Can Read Off The Extinction Of These Two Men Without A Shock To The Very Roots Of Its Belief In Justice And Humanity.

I Always Knew One Thing, That Life Is Made Bearable And Possible And Liveable By The Relations Of One Human Being To Another, The Individual Love And Gentleness Between Persons, Or In Any Case, The Unbreakable Bond That Grows And Fastens Lives Together In All Sorts Of Mysterious Ways.

I Have Not Much Interest In Anyone's Personal History After The Tenth Year, Not Even My Own. Whatever One Was Going To Be Was All Prepared Before That.

Religion Put Claws On Aunt Sally And Gave Her A Post To Whet Them On.

Words Can Never Get At The Truth.