I should like to bring a case to trial: Prosperity versus Beauty, Cash registers teetering in a balance against the comfort of the soul.
Happiness, to some, is elation; to others it is mere stagnation.
Everything mortal has moments immortal
Even pain pricks to livelier living.
Sexual love is the most stupendous fact of the universe, and the most magical mystery our poor blind senses know.
A black cat among roses, phlox, lilac-misted under a quarter moon, the sweet smells of heliotrope and night-scented stock. The garden is very still. It is dazed with moonlight, contented with perfume.