The Sweetness That All Longed For Night

Great Literature Is Like Moral Leadership; Everyone Deplores The Lack Of It, But There Is A Tendency To Prefer It From The Safely Dead.

One Would Always Want To Think Of Oneself As Being On The Side Of Love, Ready To Recognize It And Wish It Well -but, When Confronted With It In Others, One So Often Resented It, Questioned Its True Nature, Secretly Dismissed The Particular Instance As Folly Or Promiscuity. Was It Merely Jealousy, Or A Reluctance To Admit So Noble And Enviable A Sentiment In Anyone But Oneself?

Sometimes, Surely, Truth Is Closer To Imagination Or To Intelligence, To Love Than To Fact? To Be Accurate Is Not To Be Right.

I Wasn't Convinced A Shop Girl Would Know The Word 'oedipal.

Nothing Creates Such Untruth In You As The Wish To Please.