And we danced, on the brink of an unknown future, to an echo from a vanished past.

Knowing makes all the difference... It's the difference between just trying to keep alive, and having something to live for

There was often a great deal of grown-up fuss that seemed disproportionate to causes.

The simple rely on a bolstering mass of maxim and precept, so do the timid, so do the mentally lazy – and so do all of us, more than we imagine.

So you're in love with her?' she went on. A word again ... When the minds have learnt to mingle, when no thought is wholly one's own, and each has taken too much of the other ever to be entirely himself alone; when one has reached the beginning of seeing with a single eye, loving with a single heart, enjoying with a single joy; when there can be moments of identity and nothing is separate save bodies that long for one another ... When there is that, where is the word? There is only the inadequacy of the word that exists. 'We love one another,' I said.

Why should I? I've done nothing to be ashamed of. I am not ashamed - I am only beaten

Why was I condemned to live in a democracy where every fool's vote is equal to a sensible man's?