Not Quite Birds, As They Were Not

I Doubt If We Nuns Are Really As Self-sacrificing As We Must Seem To Be To You Who Live In The World. We Don't Give Everything For Nothing, You Know. The Mystery Plays Fair.

Humanity Can Be Roughly Divided Into Three Sorts Of People - Those Who Find Comfort In Literature, Those Who Find Comfort In Personal Adornment, And Those Who Find Comfort In Food.

In A World Where Thrushes Sing And Willow Trees Are Golden In The Spring, Boredom Should Have Been Included Among The Seven Deadly Sins.

"most Of Us Tend To Belittle All Suffering Except Our Own," Said Mary. "i Think It's Fear. We Don't Want To Come Too Near In Case We're Sucked In And Have To Share It".

One Was Born A Certain Sort Of Person, And Though By Ceasless Struggle One Might Become As Nice As That Sort Of Person Ever Is, One Could Never Become As Nice As A Nicer Sort Of Person.