To walk out of his will is to walk into nowhere.

Grief is like a bomber circling round and dropping its bombs each time the circle brings it overhead; physical pain is like the steady barrage on a trench in World War One, hours if it with no let-up for a moment. Thought is never static pain often is... is it not yet enough?

A myth is a lie that conveys a truth.

There was nothing medieval people liked better, or did better, than sorting out and tidying up. Of all our modern inventions I suspect that they would most have admired the card index.

There are a dozen views about everything until you know the answer. Then there's never more than one.

A real desire to believe all the good you can of others and to make others as comfortable as you can will solve most of the problems.

Onward and Upward! To Narnia and the North!