There's A Virtue In Slowness, Which We

I Say That Home Is Where There Is A Chair And A Glass.

A Major Character Has To Come Somehow Out Of The Unconscious.

One Can't Love Humanity. One Can Only Love People.

There Are Times When A Lover Longs To Be Also A Father And A Brother: He Is Jealous Of The Years He Hasn't Shared.

A Writer Doesn't Write For His Readers, Does He? Yet He Has To Take Elementary Precautions All The Same, To Make Them Comfortable.