I Stretched Out My Hand

I Pulled Myself Up And Told Myself To Stop These Ridiculous Thoughts, Wondering Why It Is That We Can Never Stop Trying To Analyse The Motives Of People Who Have No Personal Interest In Us, In The Vain Hope Of Finding That Perhaps They May Have Just A Little After All.

I Love Evensong. There's Something Sad And Essentially English About It.

What A Good Thing There Is No Marriage Or Giving In Marriage In The After-life; It Will Certainly Help To Smooth Things Out.

Perhaps I Need Some Shattering Experience To Awaken And Inspire Me, Or At Least To Give Me Some Emotion To Recollect In Tranquility. But How To Get It? Sit Here And Wait For It Or Go Out And Seek It? . . . I Expect It Will Be Sit And Wait.

It Was Odd How One Found Oneself Making Trivial Conversation On Important Occasions. Perhaps It Was Because One Could Not Say What Was Really In One's Mind.