The Nose Is Surely One Of The

We Are Born Knowing Death.

In This Moment She Felt That She Had Been Robbed Of An Enormous Number Of Valuable Things, Whether Material Or Intangible: Things Lost Or Broken By Her Own Fault, Things She Had Forgotten And Left In Houses When She Moved: Books Borrowed From Her And Not Returned, Journeys She Had Planned And Had Not Made, Words She Had Waited To Hear Spoken To Her And Had Not Heard, And The Words She Meant To Answer With. . . .

Perhaps The Habit Which Distinguishes Civilized People From Others Is That Of Discussion, Exchange Of Opinion And Ideas, The Ability To Differ Without Quarrelling, To Say What You Have To Say Civilly And Then To Listen Civilly To Another Speaker.

I Think Joy Is Just As Instructive As Pain, And I Like It Better. I Never Meant To Suffer Any More Than I Could Help; My Nature Was Meant For Happiness, A Daylight Art And Living.

Death Is Loneliness In Its Purest Form.