The Tragedy Is Not That Love Doesn't

In England, Life Is A Long Process Of Composing Oneself.

It Is The Impulse Of Our Century, With Its Nearly Religious Belief In Magnitude, To Fling An Institution Into Every Void.

There Is Balance In Life, But Not Fairness.

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

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