Outrage, Combining As It Does Shock, Anger,

Love So Seldom Means Happiness.

But There Are Roughly Two Sorts Of Informed People, Aren't There? People Who Start Off Right By Observing The Pitfalls And Mistakes And Going Round Them, And The People Who Fall Into Them And Get Out And Know They're There Because Of That. They Both Come To The Same Conclusions But They Don't Have Quite The Same Point Of View.

People Don't Alter. They May With Enormous Difficulty Modify Themselves, But They Never Really Change.

The Nicest People Fall In Love Indiscriminately ... While Under The Influence Of That Pre-eminently Selfish Lunacy They May Make The Most Outrageous Demands Upon Their Friends With No Other Excuse Than Their Painful Need.

Waiting Is One Of The Great Arts.