... For I Know I Shall Be

I Have Noticed That Rooms Which Are Extra Clean Feel Extra Cold

Extreme Happiness Invites Religion Almost As Much As Extreme Misery.

It's Odd How Different A House Feels When One Is Alone In It. It Makes It Easier To Think Rather Private Thoughts.

They Call Them The Haunted Shores, These Stretches Of Devonshire And Cornwall And Ireland Which Rear Up Against The Westward Ocean. Mists Gather Here, And Sea Fog, And Eerie Stories. That's Not Because There Are More Ghosts Here Than In Other Places, Mind You. It's Just That People Who Live Hereabouts Are Strangely Aware Of Them.

I Wonder If There Isn't A Catch About Having Plenty Of Money? Does It Eventually Take The Pleasure Out Of Things?