Where A Pack Of Monkeys

The Present Is Always Unsettled, No One Has Had Time To Contemplate It In Tranquillity . I Was A Painter Before I Was A Writer And A Painter Never Wants The Subject Right Under His Nose; He Wants To Stand Back And Study A Landscape With Half-closed Eyes.

It's An Odd Feeling-farewell-there Is Some Envy In It. Men Go Off To Be Tested For Courage And If We're Tested At All, It's For Patience, For Doing Without, For How Well We Can Endure Loneliness.

People Who Dream When They Sleep At Night Know Of A Special Kind Of Happiness Which The World Of The Day Holds Not, A Placid Ecstasy, And Ease Of Heart, That Are Like Honey On The Tongue.

Death - A Passage Outside The Range Of Imagination, But Within The Range Of Experience.

There Is A Particular Hapiness In Giving A Man Whom You Like Very Much, Good Food That You Have Cooked Yourself.