If infinity is as they describe it, all things are not just possible but in the end certain.

People fail you, children disappoint you, thieves break in, moths corrupt, but an Order of the British Empire goes on for ever.

Only one thing registers on the subconscious mind: repetitive application - practice. What you practice is what you manifest.

Writing is more than just the making of a series of comprehensible statements: it is the gathering in of connotations; the harvesting of them, like blackberries in a good season, ripe and heavy, snatched from among the thorns of logic.

Take me! Well, not quite take me, love me now, take me eventually

No one seemed able to look at themselves, coolly, from the outside. Their reality was all that could be seen in the light cast ahead by their own wishful thinking.

The prophets of doom, in my experience, are generally ignored and usually right.