There Are Moments When The Inner Life

. . . Life Is Sometimes Life And Sometimes Only A Drama, And One Must Learn To Distinguish T'other From Which . . .

Railway Termini Are Our Gates To The Glorious And The Unknown

I Have Almost Completed A Long Novel, But It Is Unpublishable Until My Death And England's.

If We Act The Truth The People Who Really Love Us Are Sure To Come Back To Us In The Long Run

Tolerance Is Just A Makeshift, Suitable For An Overcrowded And Overheated Planet. It Carries On When Love Gives Out, And Love Generally Gives Out As Soon As We Move Away From Our Home And Our Friends.