It is always easier to be an epicure of a small repast than of a banquet.
Unless you are a Bernard Shaw you find a preface a most embarrassing business.
One lives everything down in time.
Women are like those blinkin' little Greek islands, places to call at but not to stay.
If memory survived eternally, then indeed there might be justification for a belief in hell.
The basic trouble is that people make statements without sufficient data.