A Letter Is A Barrier, A Reprieve,

A Death Is The Most Terrible Of Facts.

We Need A Moral Philosophy Which Can Speak Significantly Of Freud And Marx And Out Of Which Aesthetic And Political Views Can Be Generated. We Need A Moral Philosophy In Which The Concept Of Love, So Rarely Mentioned Now, Can Once Again Be Made Central.

All Art Is The Struggle To Be, In A Particular Sort Of Way, Virtuous.

One Of The Secrets Of A Happy Life Is Continuous Small Treats, And If Some Of These Can Be Inexpensive And Quickly Procured So Much The Better.

Oh The Piercing Sadness Of Life In The Midst Of Its Ordinariness!