There Are Few Couples As Unhappy As

The Weekend Break Had Begun With The Usual Resentment And Had Continued With Half-repressed Ill Humour. It Was, Of Course, His Fault. He Had Been More Ready To Hurt His Wife's Feelings And Deprive His Daughter Than Inconvenience A Pub Bar Full Of Strangers. He Wished There Could Be One Memory Of His Dead Child Which Wasn't Tainted With Guilt And Regret.

The Tragedy Of Loss Is Not That We Grieve, But That We Cease To Grieve, And Then Perhaps The Dead Are Dead At Last.

If This Were Fiction, Could Even The Most Brilliant Novelist Contrive To Make Credible So Short A Period In Which Pride Had Been Subdued And Prejudice Overcome?

I Still Occasionally Need To Struggle But I Now Fear It Less. The Weapons I Fight It With Are Also My Consolations: Books, Music, Food, Wine, Nature.

It's Easy To Get A Reputation For Wisdom. It's Only Necessary To Live Long, Speak Little And Do Less.