Marriage is like paying an endless visit in your worst clothes.
One of the delights known to age, and beyond the grasp of youth, is that of Not Going.
We must beware the revenge of the starved senses, the embittered animal in its prison.
Living in an age of advertisement, we are perpetually disillusioned.
It is hard to tell where the MCC ends and the Church of England begins.
Much of writing might be described as mental pregnancy with successive difficult deliveries.