I had come at last and my heart was beating again strongly to a heart that could not know despair because it forgot itself in the duty of its love.
Joyce CaryIt is the tragedy of the world that no one knows what he doesn't know - and the less a man knows, the more sure he is that he knows everything.
Joyce CaryWhere can one find a profounder desolation than in the poor child who has lost its mother?
Joyce Cary