I am the last of Britain's stately homos.
I recommend limiting one's involvement in other people's lives to a pleasantly scant minimum.
You don't have to do anything.
The more people one has to love, the more one's capacity to love stretches.
Our clothes are too much a part of us for most of us ever to be entirely indifferent to their condition: it is as though the fabric were indeed a natural extension of the body, or even of the soul.
The trouble with children is that they're not returnable.