The one Bach piece I learnt made me feel I was being repeatedly hit on the head with a teaspoon.

I wanted to know more about the young ... strange that though they laughed so loud, they so seldom smiled. Perhaps laughter was involuntary whereas smiling was part of an attitude to life.

There is something revolting about the way girls' minds so often jump to marriage long before they jump to love.

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

He laughed a little, in an odd, nervous kind of way. "Because if I don't get going soon, the whole impetus may die--and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.

The key to all knowledge comes in words of just one syllable, apparently.... There's only the last page left to write on. I'll fill it with words of just one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.