Christianity In The Suburb Is Cheerful. The

Life In The [london] Suburb Is Richer At The Lower Levels. At These Levels The People Are Not Self-conscious At All, They Are At Liberty To Be As Eccentric As They Please, They Do Not Know That They Are Eccentric.

I Love Death Because He Breaks The Human Pattern And Frees Us From Pleasures Too Prolonged As Well As From The Pains Of This World. It Is Pleasant, Too, To Remember That Death Lies In Our Hands; He Must Come If We Call Him. ... I Think If There Were No Death, Life Would Be More Than Flesh And Blood Could Bear.

People Who Are Always Praising The Past And Especially The Time Of Faith As Best Ought To Go And Live In The Middle Ages And Be Burnt At The Stake As Witches And Sages.

My Friendships, They Are A Very Strong Part Of My Life, They Are As Light As Gossamer But Also They Are As Strong As Steel. And I Cannot Throw Them Off, Nor Altogether Do With Them Or Without Them. And I Love Them At The Point Where They Say: It Is Nice To See You Again. And I Love Them Too At The Point When They Say: Good-bye, Come Again Soon. The Rhythm Of Friendship Is A Very Good Rhythm.

But One Wants The Idea Of Death, You Know, As Something Large And Unknowable, Something That Allows A Person To Stretch Himself Out. Especially One Wants It If One Is Tired. Or Perhaps What One Wants Is Simply A Release From Sensation, From All Consciousness For Ever.