Happiness Is A Matter Of One's Most

I Daresay Anything Can Be Made Holy By Being Sincerely Worshipped.

I Hate Solitude But I Am Afraid Of Intimacy. The Substance Of My Life Is A Private Conversation With Myself And To Turn It Into A Dialogue Would Be Equivalent To Self-destruction. The Company I Need Is The Company Which A Pub Or A Cafe Will Provide. I Have Never Wanted A Communion Of Souls.

Eating Reveals The Characteristic Grossness Of The Human Race And Also The In-built Failure Of Its Satisfactions. We Arrive Eager, We Stuff Ourselves And We Go Away Depressed And Disappointed And Probably Feeling A Bit Queasy Into The Bargain. It's An Image Of The Déçu In Human Existence. A Greedy Start And A Stupefied Finish. Waiters, Who Are Constantly Observing This Cycle, Must Be The Most Disillusioned Of Men.

To Lose Somebody Is To Lose Not Only Their Person But All Those Modes And Manifestations Into Which Their Person Has Flowed Outwards; So That In Losing A Beloved One May Find So Many Things, Pictures, Poems, Melodies, Places Lost Too: Dante, Avignon, A Song Of Shakespeare's, The Cornish Sea.

Bereavement Is A Darkness Impenetrable To The Imagination Of The Unbereaved