When You Love Someone All Your Saved

Without Fiction, Either Life Would Be Insufficient Or The Winds From The North Would Blow Too Cold.

Life Is A Succession Of Readjustments.

Silences Have A Climax, When You Have Got To Speak.

Mechanical Difficulties With Language Are The Outcome Of Internal Difficulties With Thought.

But Surely Love Wouldn't Get So Much Talked About If There Were Not Something In It?