Language Is A Machine For Making Falsehoods.

The Absolute Yearning Of One Human Body For Another Particular Body And Its Indifference To Substitutes Is One Of Life's Major Mysteries.

Being Good Is Just A Matter Of Temperament In The End.

Trains Induce Such Terrible Anxiety. They Image The Possibility Of Total And Irrevocable Failure. They Are Also Dirty, Rackety, Packed With Strangers, An Object Lesson In The Foul Contingency Of Life: The Talkative Fellow-traveller, The Possibility Of Children.

Love Can't Always Do Work. Sometimes It Just Has To Look Into The Darkness.

Love Is The Last And Secret Name Of All The Virtues.