How do you expect mankind to be happy in pairs when it is miserable separately?
I suppose I shall marry eventually One does that, one drifts into stability
We are nothing but a string of gut on a stick of bone riding this piece of astral soot for one piteous splinter of eternity.
Time heals nothing — which should make us the better able to minister.
The universe is like a safe to which there is a combination. But the combination is locked up in the safe.
Mrs Thicknesse and I agreed that a business of his own was probably the only solution for him because he was obviously unemployable.