Love And Hate Are Cruel, Only Liking

The Labour Party Of Today Has Fits Of Horrors Of The Very Thought Of Somebody Like Me Might Saying That They Bought In White Australia. But I Believe They Did.

The Lovely Thing About Being Forty Is That You Can Appreciate Twenty-five-year-old Men More.

And Gradually His Memory Slipped A Little, As Memories Do, Even Those With So Much Love Attached To Them; As If There Is An Unconscious Healing Process Within The Mind Which Mends Up In Spite Of Our Desperate Determination Never To Forget.

I Want To Know What They Look Like, Their Height, And Colouring, Physique And Speech Pattens.

When We Press The Thorn To Our Chest We Know, We Understand, And Still We Do It.