These sudden resolutions would throw my existence out of gear.

My moral upheaval would be that of a hen in front of a motor-car.

When I go abroad, I like at least a fortnight to think of it.

One has to attune one's mind to new conditions, to map out the pleasant scheme of days, to savour in anticipation the delights that stand there, awaiting one's tasting, either in the mystery of the unknown or in the welcoming light of familiarity.

I love the transition that can be so subtly gradated by the spirit between one scene and another.