There's Only One Thing More

There Are Times In Life When The Most Comfortable Thing Is To Do Nothing At All. Things Happen To You And You Just Let Them Happen.

In A Small Cathedral Town Where Changes Are Few, There Are Always People Who Remember Who Used To Live In A Particular House, What Happened To Them There And Afterwards, And So On.

The Right Mixture Of Caring And Not Caring - I Suppose That's What Love Is.

Surely There Comes A Time When Counting The Cost And Paying The Price Aren't Things To Think About Any More. All That Matters Is Value - The Ultimate Value Of What One Does.

What A Host Of Little Incidents, All Deep-buried In The Past -- Problems That Had Once Been Urgent, Arguments That Had Once Been Keen, Anecdotes That Were Funny Only Because One Remembered The Fun. Did Any Emotion Really Matter When The Last Trace Of It Had Vanished From Human Memory; And If That Were So, What A Crowd Of Emotions Clung To Him As To Their Last Home Before Annihilation? He Must Be Kind To Them, Must Treasure Them In His Mind Before Their Long Sleep.