You Cannot Have Both Truth And What

The Human Soul Is Not Framed For Continued Proximity, And The Result Of This Enforced Neighbourhood Is Often An Appalling Loneliness For Which The Rules Of The Game Forbid Assuagement.

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

Until I Have Been Able To Bury My Head So Deep In Dear London That I Can Forget That I Have Ever Been Away I Am Inconsolable.

My Heart Was Beating Like An Army On The March.

We Are Such Inward Secret Creatures, That Inwardness Is The Most Amazing Thing About Us, Even More Amazing Than Our Reason.