There Is At Least This To Be

It Was Long Since I Had Longed For Anything And The Effect On Me Was Horrible.

Dying For Dark — And The Darker The Worse. Strange.

I Have Always Been Amazed At My Contemporaries’ Lack Of Finesse, I Whose Soul Writhed From Morning To Night, In The Mere Quest Of Itself.

I Hope I Am Not Too Old To Take It Up Seriously, Nor Too Stupid About Machines To Qualify As A Commercial Pilot. I Do Not Feel Like Spending The Rest Of My Life Writing Books That No One Will Read. It Is Not As Though I Wanted To Write Them.

We Are Not Saints, But We Have Kept Our Appointment. How Many People Can Boast As Much?