Money Pads The Edges Of Things.

Science, When Applied To Personal Relationships, Is Always Just Wrong .

A Sentence Begins Quite Simply, Then It Undulates And Expands, Parentheses Intervene Like Quick-set Hedges, The Flowers Of Comparison Bloom, And Three Fields Off, Like A Wounded Partridge, Crouches The Principal Verb, Making One Wonder As One Picks It Up, Poor Little Thing, Whether After All It Was Worth Such A Tramp, So Many Guns, And Such Expensive Dogs, And What, After All, Is Its Relation To The Main Subject, Potted So Gaily Half A Page Back, And Proving Finally To Have Been In The Accusative Case.

But The Body Is Deeper Than The Soul And Its Secrets Inscrutable.

Only People Who Have Been Allowed To Practise Freedom Can Have The Grown-up Look In Their Eyes.

How Few Writers Can Prostitute All Their Powers!