Sublime

Do not discount the psychic warmth of the hive.

A self one does not want. A heart one cannot help.

It had all been arranged by advert and telephone: the Fredrikson family were offering a holiday home to a child for the summer out of the goodness of their hearts, and for a small fee, of course. Axel and Hanna had discussed it thoroughly – all the big-city children in need of fresh air, woods, water, and good food. They had said all the things peo

‘So we are hiding in a brothel?’ ‘Yes. You could put it that way.’ A most unexpected sound came from the bed. It was the sound of strangled laughter.

For there is a real connection between such catastrophes and a certain frame of mind which refuses to expect them.

Captain Corelli’s Mandolin, Louis de Bernières described this last best stop on the journey of heart. An old guy is talking to his daughter about his love for his late wife. He tells her, “Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots tha

“it is frequently in its least important and lowliest manifestations that the keenest pleasure is to be derived.

It was love, the furnace into which everything is dropped.