We Forget Very Easily What Gives Us

No Building Was Safe From The Furniture, The Pictures, The Human Beings That It Would Presently Contain.

So Much Of Life [is] A Putting-off Of Unhappiness For Another Time. Nothing [is] Ever Lost By Delay.

A Writer Doesn't Write For His Readers, Does He? Yet He Has To Take Elementary Precautions All The Same, To Make Them Comfortable.

Suffering Is Not Increased By Numbers; One Body Can Contain All The Suffering The World Can Feel.

Happiness Is Never Really So Welcome As Changelessness.