However British You May Be, I Am

When You Forget To Eat, You Know You're Alive.

Excellence Does Not Require Perfection.

All Intimacies Are Based On Differences.

I Hold Any Writer Sufficiently Justified Who Is Himself In Love With His Theme.

The Image Of The Presence, Whatever It Was, Waiting There For Him To Go -this Image Had Not Yet Been So Concrete For His Nerves As When He Stopped Short Of The Point At Which Certainty Would Have Come To Him. For, With All His Resolution, Or More Exactly With All His Dread, He Did Stop Short - He Hung Back From Really Seeing. The Risk Was Too Great And His Fear Too Definite: It Took At This Moment An Awful Specific Form.