Reading Stories Is Bad Enough But Writing

Why Did Dusk And Fir-scent And The Afterglow Of Autumnal Sunsets Make People Say Absurd Things?

I Don't Really Care What People Think About Me If They Don't Let Me See It.

War Was A Hellish, Horrible Hideous Thing - Too Horrible And Hideous To Happen In The Twentieth Century Between Civilised Nations.

Isn't It Better To Have Your Heart Broken Than To Have It Wither Up? Before It Could Be Broken It Must Have Felt Something Splendid. That Would Be Worth The Pain.

Dear Old World', She Murmured, 'you Are Very Lovely, And I Am Glad To Be Alive In You.