Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.

roses are the only flowers at garden-parties; the only flowers that everybody is certain of knowing.

I saw myself driving through Eternity in a timeless taxi.

Can one do nothing for the dead? And for a long time the answer had been - Nothing!

Yes, my mother's death is a terrible sorrow to me. I feel - do you know what I mean - the silence of it so. She was more alive than anyone I have ever known.

Oh, impossible. Fancy cream puffs so soon after breakfast. The very idea made one shudder. All the same, two minutes later Jose and Laura were licking their fingers with that absorbed inward look that only comes from whipped cream.

To long for everything: sorrow; to accept everything: joy.