I Was An Accomplice In My Own

What The Eye Does Not See, The Heart Does Not Grieve Over, Does It?

The Normal Is The Good Smile In A Child’s Eyes - All Right. It Is Also The Dead Stare In A Million Adults.

I Made, Over The Years In Cambridge, Several Very Good American Friends, And America Appeared To Me, A Land Of Promise In Every Sense Of That Word, A Land Of Freedom From The Inhibitions And Restrictions That I Felt In England.

I Think People Nowadays Do Tend To Blame Their Parents For Everything.

He'll Be Delivered From Madness. What Then? He'll Feel Himself Acceptable! What Then? Do You Think Feelings Like His Can Be Simply Re-attached, Like Plasters? Stuck On To Other Objects We Select? Look At Him! ... My Desire Might Be To Make This Boy An Ardent Husband - A Caring Citizen - A Worshipper Of Abstract And Unifying God. My Achievement, However, Is More Likely To Make A Ghost!