Britain Possesses No Climate, Only Weather.

God Wastes Nothing - Not Even Sin. The Soul That Has Struggled And Come Through Is Enriched By It's Experiences, And Grace Does Not Merely Blot Out The Evil Past But In The Most Literal Sense "makes It Good."

I Think This Co-operative Scheme Is An Uncommonly Good One. It's Much Easier To Work On Someone Else's Job Than One's Own - Gives One That Delightful Feelin' Of Interferin' And Bossin' About, Combined With The Glorious Sensation That Another Fellow Is Takin' All One's Own Work Off One's Hands.

If Men Will Not Understand The Meaning Of Judgement, They Will Never Come To Understand The Meaning Of Grace.

Wimsey Stooped For An Empty Sardine-tin Which Lay, Horribly Battered, At His Feet, And Slung It Idly Into The Quag. It Struck The Surface With A Noice Like A Wet Kiss, And Vanished Instantly. With That Instinct Which Prompts One, When Depressed, To Wallow In Every Circumstance Of Gloom, Peter Leaned Sadly Against The Hurdles And Abandoned Himself To A Variety Of Shallow Considerations Upon (1) The Vanity Of Human Wishes; (2) Mutability; (3) First Love; (4) The Decay Of Idealism; (5) The Aftermath Of The Great War; (6) Birth-control; And (7) The Fallacy Of Free-will.

Have You Noticed That The Astronomers And Mathematicians Are Much The Most Cheerful People Of The Lot? I Suppose That Perpetually Contemplating Things On So Vast A Scale Makes Them Feel Either That It Doesn't Matter A Hoot Anyway, Or That Anything So Large And Elaborate Must Have Some Sense In It Somewhere.