Most Real Relationships Are Involuntary.

That's How Vile I Am! I Live Ireland, I Breathe Ireland, And Christ How I Loathe It, I Wish I Were A Bloody Scot, That's How Bloody Awful It Is Being Irish!

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.

I Think Philosophy Is Extremely Good Training For Anyone Who Wants To Do Anything. Although That Is An Idea Which People May Speak Scornfully Of Now, I Think It Does Teach One To

To Lose Somebody Is To Lose Not Only Their Person But All Those Modes And Manifestations Into Which Their Person Has Flowed Outwards; So That In Losing A Beloved One May Find So Many Things, Pictures, Poems, Melodies, Places Lost Too: Dante, Avignon, A Song Of Shakespeare's, The Cornish Sea.

Only Love Has Clear Vision. Hatred Has Cloudy Vision. When We Hate We Know Not What We Do.