To Comfort Me Is Like

They Had Been Corrupted By Money, And He Had Been Corrupted By Sentiment. Sentiment Was The More Dangerous, Because You Couldn’t Name Its Price. A Man Open To Bribes Was To Be Relied Upon Below A Certain Figure, But Sentiment Might Uncoil In The Heart At A Name, A Photograph, Even A Smell Remembered.

You Cannot Love Without Intuition.

He Had Stylized Himself--life Was Easier That Way. He Had Chosen A Physical Mould Just As Writer Chooses A Technical Form.

I Had Never Known Her Before And I Had Never Loved Her So Much. The More We Know The More We Love, I Thought.

What Have We All Got To Expect That We Allow Ourselves To Be So Lined With Disappointment?