For a small island, the place is remarkably diverse. Writers tend to see things from their own points of view, looking in one direction very much.

Philosophy and Religion-what are they when the wind blows and the water gets up in lumps?

Heaven lies around us in our infancy.

Life's scientific, but we don't know, do we? Not certainly, I mean.

This is our island. It's a good island. Until the grownups come to fetch us we'll have fun.

But forgiveness must not only be given but received also.

I play the piano passionately and inaccurately. Indeed, I worked out the other day that of my seventy-five years; I have spent at least one year sitting on a piano stool.