How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.

How different a loved and familiar spot appears, when viewed with the eye of probable guests.

The thing one resents about winter is its inactivity; the perpetual sameness of ice-armored hills and snow-blanketed woods. Great things, of course, may be going on underneath; but nature wears a mask, is icily non-committal.

Songs are usually unfit for whistling - indeed, whistling (except to the person doing it) is unbearable.

timeliness is an enemy to art.

a sarcastic expression, on a beast, is far more sinister than rage.

What a strange joy it was to talk, to fish gleefully into the past and fling its fragments about us, with the unfailing aroma of pleasantness that pasts always seem to possess!