I Learned Early And At That Kitchen

We English Are Good At Forgiving Our Enemies; It Releases Us From The Obligation Of Liking Our Friends.

It Is Surely Unreasonable To Credit That Only One Small Star In The Immensity Of The Universe Is Capable Of Developing And Supporting Intelligent Life. But We Shall Not Get To Them And They Will Not Come To Us.

Perhaps It's Only When People Are Dead That We Can Safely Show How Much We Cared About Them. We Know That It's Too Late Then For Them To Do Anything About It.

It Was One Of Those Perfect English Autumnal Days Which Occur More Frequently In Memory Than In Life.

The Weekend Break Had Begun With The Usual Resentment And Had Continued With Half-repressed Ill Humour. It Was, Of Course, His Fault. He Had Been More Ready To Hurt His Wife's Feelings And Deprive His Daughter Than Inconvenience A Pub Bar Full Of Strangers. He Wished There Could Be One Memory Of His Dead Child Which Wasn't Tainted With Guilt And Regret.