Expectations are the most perilous form of dream, and when dreams do realise themselves it is in the waking world: the difference is subtly but often painfully felt.

But complex people are never certain that they are not crooks, never certain their passports are quite in order, and are, therefore, unnerved by the slightest thing.

Plot is the knowing of destination.

For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

To walk into history is to be free at once, to be at large among people.

Some people are molded by their admirations, others by their hostilities.

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