I Used To Be A Reasonably Careless

There Are Some Writers Who Wrote Too Much. There Are Others Who Wrote Enough. There Are Yet Others Who Wrote Nothing Like Enough To Satisfy Their Admirers, And Jane Austen Is Certainly One Of These.

I'd Rather Be At The End Of A Dying Tradition, Which I Admire, Than At The Beginning Of A Tradition Which I Deplore.

Lord Knows What Incommunicable Small Terrors Infants Go Through, Unknown To All. We Disregard Them, We Say They Forget, Because They Have Not The Words To Make Us Remember. ... By The Time They Learn To Speak They Have Forgotten The Details Of Their Complaints, And So We Never Know. They Forget So Quickly, We Say, Because We Cannot Contemplate The Fact That They Never Forget.

London, How Could One Ever Be Tired Of It?

Nothing Fails Like Failure