Oh, Time Betrays Us. Time Is The

Really, Trees Are Nearly As Important As Men, And Much Better Behaved.

I Am Much Perturbed By This Business Of Sickness. Our Bodies Seem So Easily To Leap Into The Saddle Where Our Minds Should Be. People Who Are Ill Become Changelings.

The Damned Book I Am Writing Is Like The Driveling Of A Weak-kneed Sea Calf. If I Were Sufficiently Strong Minded, I Should Tear It Up An Start Again. But I Don't.

Youth Knows No Remedy For Grief But Death.

What A Strange Distance There Is Between Ill People And Well Ones.