There Is No Beyond, There Is Only

A Death Is The Most Terrible Of Facts.

Only Lies And Evil Come From Letting People Off.

The Theatre Is A Tragic Place, Full Of Endings And Partings And Heartbreak.

Trains Induce Such Terrible Anxiety. They Image The Possibility Of Total And Irrevocable Failure. They Are Also Dirty, Rackety, Packed With Strangers, An Object Lesson In The Foul Contingency Of Life: The Talkative Fellow-traveller, The Possibility Of Children.

People Who Boast Of Happy Marriages Are, I Submit, Usually Self-deceivers, If Not Actually Liars.