England, where nobody ever says what they mean: and by denying feeling, kill it off stone-cold at the roots.

But there is that about well-intentioned advice that has the opposite effect of the one intended, and causes a Spanish fly of perversity to enter into the hitherto passive soul.

So it is useless to evade reality, because it only makes it more virulent in the end. But instead, look steadfastly into the slit, pin-pointed, malignant eyes of reality: as an old-hand trainer dominates his wild beasts. Take it by the scruff of the neck, and shake the evil intent out of it; till it rattles out harmlessly, like gall bladder stones, fossilized on the floor.

there is no gaiety as gay as the gaiety of grief.

anybody who drinks seriously is poor: so poor, poor, extra poor, me.

Anybody who thinks there is any vague chance of adult exchange with a child is up the spout; and would be much less disappointed if they recognized the chasm unbridgeably dividing them.

One should never go back to a place one has loved; for, however, rough the going forward is, it is better than the snuffing out-of-love return.