Life Is A Pilgrimage And

Fiction Is The Great Repository Of The Moral Sense. The Wicked Get Punished.

It Is Best To Marry For Purely Selfish Reasons.

Death Is Only A Small Interruption.

Problems Of Human Behavior Still Continue To Baffle Us, But At Least In The Library We Have Them Properly Filed.

One Loses The Capacity To Grieve As A Child Grieves, Or To Rage As A Child Rages: Hotly, Despairingly, With Tears Of Passion. One Grows Up, One Becomes Civilized, One Learns One's Manners, And Consequently Can No Longer Manage These Two Functions - Sorrow And Anger - Adequately.