The secret of happiness is to find a congenial monotony.
The kingdoms of fantasy and mirth are longlasting and not of this world.
Life - how curious is that habit that makes us think it is not here, but elsewhere.
The Canadian spirit is cautious, observant and critical where the American is assertive.
How extraordinary it is that one feels most guilt about the sins one is unable to commit.
In our family, as far as we are concerned, we were born and what happened before that is myth.
There is nothing like a coup de foudre and absorption in family responsibility for maturing the male and pulling his scattered wits together.
All writers - all people - have their stores of private and family legends which lie like a collection of half-forgotten, often violent toys on the floor of memory.