You don't have to signal a social conscience by looking like a frump. Lace knickers won't hasten the holocaust, you can ban the bomb in a feather boa just as well as without, and a mild interest in the length of hemlines doesn't necessarily disqualify you from reading Das Kapital and agreeing with every word.

Seeing through is rarely seeing into.

Perfect moments don't turn into half-hours.

To some people the impossible is impossible.

He is invariably in a hurry being in a hurry is one of the tributes he pays to life.

To others we are not ourselves but a performer in their lives cast for a part we do not even know that we are playing.

Talk about the joys of the unexpected, can they compare with the joys of the expected, of finding everything delightfully and completely what you knew it was going to be?