Silences Can Be As Different As Sounds.

Two Things Are Terrible In Childhood: Helplessness (being In Other People's Power) And Apprehension - The Apprehension That Something Is Being Concealed From Us Because It Is Too Bad To Be Told.

Sacrificers Are Not The Ones To Pity. The Ones To Pity Are Those They Sacrifice.

We Have Really No Absent Friends.

In 'real Life' Everything Is Diluted; In The Novel Everything Is Condensed.

Nothing, That Is Say No One, Can Be Such An Inexorable Tour-conductor As One's Own Conscience Or Sense Of Duty, If One Allows Either The Upper Hand: The Self-bullying That Goes On In The Name Of Sight-seeing Is Grievous.