Helping Other People Is A Drug So

The Body, Then, Has A Mind Of Its Own. It Must Follow, Then, That The Mind Has A Body Of Its Own, Even If It’s Like Nothing That We Can See Around Us, Or Have Ever Seen.

Behind Their Dark Glass, The Mad Own Nothing.

A Good Book Is The Precious Life-blood Of A Master-spirit, Embalmed And Treasured Up On Purpose To A Life Beyond Life, And As Such It Must Surely Be A Necessary Commodity.

Duty Is What No-one Else Will Do At The Moment.

On The Whole, I Think You Should Write Biographies Of Those You Admire And Respect, And Novels About Human Beings Who You Think Are Sadly Mistaken.