I Know Only Two Words Of American

I Fancy That The Hell Of Too Many People Would Occupy A Respectable Place In The Hierarchy Of Infernal Regions.

The Most Lasting Reputation I Have Is For An Almost Ferocious Aggressiveness, When In Fact I Am Amiable, Indulgent, Affectionate, Shy And Rather Timid At Heart.

We Cannot Get Grace From Gadgets. In The Bakelite House Of The Future, The Dishes May Not Break, But The Heart Can. Even A Man With Ten Shower Baths May Find Life Flat, Stale And Unprofitable.

Our Dourest Parsons, Who Followed The Nonconformist Fashion Of Long Extemporary Prayers, Always Seemed To Me To Be Bent On Bullying God.

But The Point Is, Now, At This Moment, Or Any Moment, We're Only Cross-sections Of Our Real Selves. What We Really Are Is The Whole Stretch Of Ourselves, All Our Time, And When We Come To The End Of This Life, All Those Selves, All Our Time, Will Be Us - The Real You, The Real Me. And Then Perhaps We'll Find Ourselves In Another Time, Which Is Only Another Kind Of Dream.