Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind. – William Golding
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience. – William Golding
Sleep is when all the unsorted stuff comes flying out as from a dustbin upset in a high wind. – William Golding
He who rides the sea of the Nile must have sails woven of patience. – William Golding
To be in a world which is a hell, to be of that world and neither to believe in or guess at anything but that world is not merely hell but the only possible damnation: the act of a man damning himself. It may be – William Golding
The chief misery of the decline of the faculties, and a main cause of the irritability that often goes with it, is evidently the isolation, the lack of customary appreciation and influence, which only the rarest tact and thoughtfulness on the part of others can alleviate. – Charles Horton Cooley