History Dies Without The Present. There Is

Doing Anything When You're Bored Is Very Very Boring. Anyway, Doing Nothing Is The Point Of Being Bored. The Pleasure Of Being Bored Ismooning About And Doing Nothing.

I Thought How Lovely And How Strange A River Is.

She Was--i Keep Using The Past Tense; I Ought To Say She Is--one Of Those People Who, At First Sight, Look Plain, Are Quiet, Unassertive, Unmemorable Even. But Who, When They Start To Talk And You Get To Know Them, Become More And More Attractive And Impressive, And You See That In Fact They Are Beautiful. Not Conventionally Beautiful, Not Celebrity Beautiful, But Beautiful All Through.

The Plain Unwelcome Fact Is That Sometimes Life Stymies You.

A Joy That Hurts With Sadness A Sadness That Is Pleasurable A Pleasure Full Of Terror A Terror That Excites An Excitement That Calms A Calmness That Frightens.