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.
Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.
I was wandering around as usual, in my unpleasantly populated sub-conscious.
People's clothes ought to be buried with them.
It is rather exciting to write by moonlight.
It came to me that Hyde Park has never belonged to London - that it has always been , in spirit, a stretch of countryside; and that it links the Londons of all periods together most magically - by remaining forever unchanged at the heart of a ever-changing town.