To Comfort Me Is Like

Thought's A Luxury. Do You Think The Peasant Sits And Thinks Of God And Democracy When He Gets Inside His Mud Hut At Night?

That Instinct For Human Character That Is Perhaps Inherent In An Imaginative Writer.

If Only It Were Possible To Love Without Injury – Fidelity Isn’t Enough: I Had Been Faithful To Anne And Yet I Had Injured Her. The Hurt Is In The Act Of Possession: We Are Too Small In Mind And Body To Possess Another Person Without Pride Or To Be Possessed Without Humiliation. In A Way I Was Glad That My Wife Had Struck Out At Me Again – I Had Forgotten Her Pain For Too Long, And This Was The Only Kind Of Recompense I Could Give Her. Unfortunately The Innocent Are Always Involved In Any Conflict. Always, Everywhere, There Is Some Voice Crying From A Tower.

An Autobiography Is Only 'a Sort Of Life' - It May Contain Less Errors Of Fact Than A Biography, But It Is Of Necessity Even More Selective: It Begins Later And It Ends Prematurely.

Destruction After All Is A Form Of Creation.