Nothing Is More Maddening Than

There Is No Triumph Of Good, And If There Were It Would Not Be A Triumph Of Good.

Love Is The Last And Secret Name Of All The Virtues.

Trains Induce Such Terrible Anxiety. They Image The Possibility Of Total And Irrevocable Failure. They Are Also Dirty, Rackety, Packed With Strangers, An Object Lesson In The Foul Contingency Of Life: The Talkative Fellow-traveller, The Possibility Of Children.

Falling Out Of Love Is Chiefly A Matter Of Forgetting How Charming Someone Is.

Words Are The Most Subtle Symbols Which We Possess And Our Human Fabric Depends On Them.