No Form Of Love Is Wrong, So

In The Dust Where We Have Buried The Silent Races And Their Abominations We Have Buried So Much Of The Delicate Magic Of Life.

What's That As Flies Without Wings, Your Ladyship? Time! Time!

Why, Why Are People All Balls Of Bitter Dust? Because They Won't Fall Off The Tree When They're Ripe. They Hang On To Their Old Positions When The Position Is Overpast, Till They Become Infested With Little Worms And Dry-rot.

Nothing Is As Bad As A Marriage That's A Hopeless Failure.

It Is No Good Casting Out Devils. They Belong To Us, We Must Accept Them And Be At Peace With Them.