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.

The passion of vanity has its own depths in the spirit, and is powerfully militant.

Meetings that do not come off keep a character of their own. They stay as they were projected.

It is not helpful to help a friend by putting coins in his pockets when he has got holes in his pockets.

With no banal reassuring grown-ups present, with grown-up intervention taken away, there is no limit to the terror strange children feel of each other, a terror life obscures but never ceases to justify. There is no end to the violations committed by children on children, quietly talking alone.

Exhibitionism and a nervous wish for concealment, for anonymity, thus battle inside the buyer of any piece of clothing.