The Saxophone Is The Embodied Spirit Of

Far From The Madding Crowd Is A Mistake On A Honeymoon.... Solitude! Wherever You Are, If You're On A Honeymoon, You'll Get Quite As Much Solitude As Is Good For You Every Twenty-four Hours. Constant Change And Distraction -- That's What Wants Arranging For. Solitude Will Arrange Itself.

The War Years Count Double. Things And People Not Actively In Use Age Twice As Fast.

Every Scene, Even The Commonest, Is Wonderful, If Only One Can Detach Oneself, Casting Off All Memory Of Use And Custom And Behold It, As It Were, For The First Time.

Does There, I Wonder, Exist A Being Who Has Read All, Or Approximately All, That The Person Of Average Culture Is Supposed To Have Read, And That Not To Have Read Is A Social Sin? If Such A Being Does Exist, Surely He Is An Old, A Very Old Man.

A True Friend Is One Who Likes You Despite Your Achievements.