The Knives Of Jealousy Are Honed On

The English, Although Partakers In The Most Variable And Quixotic Climate In The World, Never Become Used To Its Vagaries, But Comment Upon Them With Shock And Resentment As If All Their Lives Had Been Spent In The Predictable Monsoon.

I Think About Death Every Day - What It Would Be Like, Why It Would Happen To Me. It Would Be Humiliating To Be Afraid.

We No More Forget The Faces Of Our Enemies Than Of Those We Love.

It Is Not So Much True That The World Loves A Lover As That The Lover Loves All The World.

I Can't Exist Without Books.