The Most Interesting Things Are Always Happening

Freedom Is Not Choosing; That Is Merely The Move That We Make When All Is Already Lost. Freedom Is Knowing And Understanding And Respecting Things Quite Other Than Ourselves.

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.

Trains Induce Such Terrible Anxiety. They Image The Possibility Of Total And Irrevocable Failure. They Are Also Dirty, Rackety, Packed With Strangers, An Object Lesson In The Foul Contingency Of Life: The Talkative Fellow-traveller, The Possibility Of Children.

We Re All Muddlers. The Thing Is To See Is When One's Got To Stop Muddling.

In Almost Every Marriage There Is A Selfish And An Unselfish Partner. A Pattern Is Set Up And Soon Becomes Inflexible, Of One Person Always Making The Demands And One Person Always Giving Way.