Story involves action. Action towards an end not to be foreseen (by the reader) but also towards an end which, having been reached, must be seen to have been from the start inevitable.

All my life I have said, "Whatever happens there will always be tables and chairs"--and what a mistake.

Who is ever adequate? We all create situations each other can't live up to, then break our hearts at them because they don't.

When one is a child, the disposition of objects, tables and chairs and doors, seems part of the natural order: a house-move lets in chaos - as it does for a dog.

If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.

Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.