Silences Have A Climax, When You Have

Imagination Of My Kind Is Most Caught, Most Fired, Most Worked Upon By The Unfamiliar: I Have Thrivenon The Changes And Chances, The Dislocations Andcontrasts Which Have Made Up So Much Of My Life.

Some People Are Molded By Their Admirations, Others By Their Hostilities.

There Is No Doubt That Sorrow Brings One Down In The World. The Aristocratic Privilege Of Silence Belongs, You Soon Find Out, To Only The Happy State- Or, At Least, To The State When Pain Keeps Within Bounds.

The Novel Does Not Simply Recount Experience, It Adds To Experience.

I Can't See Or Feel The Conflict Between Love And Religion. To Me, They're The Same Thing.