"When I'm older I'll understand" said Lucy, " I am older and I don't think I want to understand", replied Edmund - C. S. Lewis

It is funny how mortals always picture us as putting things into their minds: in reality our best work is done by keeping things out.

Grief ... gives life a permanently provisional feeling. It doesn't seem worth starting anything. I can't settle down. I yawn, I fidget, I smoke too much. Up till this I always had too little time. Now there is nothing but time. Almost pure time, empty successiveness.

Child, to say the very thing you really mean, the whole of it, nothing more or less or other than what you really mean; that's the whole art and joy of words.