Real Life Seems To Have No Plots.

I Never Know Why Self-sacrifice Is Noble. Why Is It Better To Sacrifice Oneself Than Someone Else?

There Isn't Much To Say. I Haven't Been At All Deedy.

Truth Is So Impossible. Something Has To Be Done For It.

There Is Danger In Courage. Cowardice Is A Power For Good. We Hardly Know What It Prevents.

Most Of The Pleasure Of Making A Book Would Go If It Held Nothing To Be Shared By Other People. I Would Write For A Few Dozen People, And Sometimes It Seems That I Do So, But I Would Not Write For No-one.