She Plunged Into A Sea Of Platitudes,

Things Were Easier For The Old Novelists Who Saw People All Of A Piece. Speaking Generally, Their Heroes Were Good Through And Through, Their Villains Wholly Bad.

We Can None Of Us Step Into The Same River Twice, But The River Flows On And The Other River We Step Into Is Cool And Refreshing, Too

A State Of Reverie Does Not Avoid Reality, It Accedes To Reality.

Follow Your Inclinations With Due Regard To The Policeman Round The Corner.

I Now, Weak, Old, Diseased, Poor, Dying, Hold Still My Soul In My Hands, And I Regret Nothing.