Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.

To Lose Somebody Is To Lose Not Only Their Person But All Those Modes And Manifestations Into Which Their Person Has Flowed Outwards; So That In Losing A Beloved One May Find So Many Things, Pictures, Poems, Melodies, Places Lost Too: Dante, Avignon, A Song Of Shakespeare's, The Cornish Sea.

Perhaps Misguided Moral Passion Is Better Than Confused Indifference.

Coffee, Unless It Is Very Good And Made By Somebody Else, Is Pretty Intolerable At Any Time.

Between Saying And Doing, Many A Pair Of Shoes Is Worn Out.

Falling Out Of Love Is Very Enlightening. For A Short While You See The World With New Eyes.