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I Really Don't Know What Happens Next -- One So Seldom Does.

I Never Could Get On With Representative Individuals But People Who Existed On Their Own Account And With Whom It Might Therefore Be Possible To Be Friends.

One Must Be Fond Of People And Trust Them If One Is Not To Make A Mess Of Life.

The Sort Of Poetry I Seek Only Resides In Objects Man Can't Touch - Like England 's Grass Network Of Lanes 100 Years Ago, But Today He Can Destroy Them And Only Lord Farrer Keeps Him From Doing It.

The Sun Was Already Declining And Each Of The Trees Held A Premonition Of Night.