Poetry Has Been The Longest Pleasure Of

The Tragedy Is Not That Love Doesn't Last. The Tragedy Is The Love That Lasts.

Perhaps If We Lived With Less Physical Beauty We Would Develop Our True Natures More.

I Have A Superstition That If I Talk About Plot, It's Like Letting Sand Out Of A Hole In The Bottom Of A Bag.

Did You Ever Notice How Easy It Is To Forgive A Person Any Number Of Faults For One Endearing Characteristic, For A Certain Style, Or Some Commitment To Life - While Someone With Many Good Qualities Is Insupportable For A Single Defect If It Happens To Be A Boring One?

Going To Europe, Someone Had Written, Was About As Final As Going To Heaven. A Mystical Passage To Another Life, From Which No-one Returned The Same. Those Returning In Such Ships Were Invincible, For They Had Managed It And Could Reflect Ever After On Anne Hathaway's Cottage Or The Tower Of London With A Confidence That Did Generate At Sydney. There Was Nothing Mythic At Sydney; Momentous Objects, Beings And Events All Occurred Abroad Or In The Elsewhere Of Books.