until I have been able to bury my head so deep in dear London that I can forget that I have ever been away I am inconsolable.
Of course reading and thinking are important but, my God, food is important too.
The bereaved cannot communicate with the unbereaved.
Perhaps misguided moral passion is better than confused indifference.
Real worship involves waiting.
There is no triumph of good, and if there were it would not be a triumph of good.