A Letter Is A Barrier, A Reprieve,

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

The Talk Of Lovers Who Have Just Declared Their Love Is One Of Life's Most Sweet Delights. Each Vies With The Other In Humility, In Amazement At Being So Valued. The Past Is Searched For The First Signs And Each One Is In Haste To Declare All That He Is So That No Part Of His Being Escapes The Hallowing Touch.

Dogs Are Very Different From Cats In That They Can Be Images Of Human Virtue. They Are Like Us.

In Philosophy If You Aren't Moving At A Snail's Pace You Aren't Moving At All.

Every Artist Is An Unhappy Lover.