Money Pads The Edges Of Things.

At Night, When The Curtains Are Drawn And The Fire Flickers, My Books Attain A Collective Dignity.

Personal Relations Are The Important Thing For Ever And Ever, And Not This Outer Life Of Telegrams And Anger.

Faith, To My Mind, Is A Stiffening Process, A Sort Of Mental Starch.

It Isn't Possible To Love And Part. You Will Wish That It Was. You Can Transmute Love, Ignore It, Muddle It, But You Can Never Pull It Out Of You. I Know By Experience That The Poets Are Right: Love Is Eternal.

Suspense: The Only Literary Tool That Has Any Effect Upon Tyrants And Savages.