A Middling Talent Makes For

No Love Is Entirely Without Worth, Even When The Frivolous Calls To The Frivolous And The Base To The Base.

True Love Gallops, It Flies, It Is The Swiftest Of All Modes Of Thought, Swifter Even Than Hate And Fear.

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.

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

We Can Only Learn To Love By Loving.