History Develops, Art Stands Still.

...the True Spirit Of Gastronomic Joylessness. Porridge Fills The Englishman Up, And Prunes Clear Him Out.

He Had Shown Her All The Workings Of His Soul, Mistaking This For Love.

Growing Old Is An Emotion Which Comes Over Us At Almost Any Age; I Had It Myself Between The Ages Of 25 And 30.

Nature Pulls One Way And Human Nature Another.

She Loved Him Absolutely, Perhaps For Half An Hour.