Hate Is Always A Clash Between Our

Human Imagination Is Immensely Poorer Than Reality.

Literature Is A Defense Against The Attacks Of Life. It Says To Life: You Can't Deceive Me. I Know Your Habits, Foresee And Enjoy Watching All Your Reactions, And Steal Your Secret By Involving You In Cunning Obstructions That Halt Your Normal Flow.

Give Me The Ready Hand Rather Than The Ready Tongue.

Whatever People May Say, The Fastidious Formal Manner Of The Upper Classes Is Preferable To The Slovenly Easygoing Behaviour Of The Common Middle Class. In Moments Of Crisis, The Former Know How To Act, The Latter Become Uncouth Brutes.

The Slowness Of Time, For A Man Who Knows Nothing Will Happen, Is Brutal.