Most grown people are like icebergs, three-tenths showing, seven-tenths submerged - that is why a collision with one of them is unexpectedly hurtful.
Memory is the only friend of grief.
Drink very good tea out of a thin Wocester cup of colour between apricot and pink.
Of course one never knows in draft if it's going to turn out, even with my age and experience.
Every time a child, any child, is born, it is new - and different; that is the wonder.
You must remember garden catalogues are as big liars as house-agents.