We have much to hope from the flowers.

When people bury treasure nowadays they do it in the Post-Office bank.

It is the sweetest spring within the memory of man. So green, so mild, so beautiful! Ah, what a contrast between nature without and my own soul so torn with doubt and terror!

It is not my intention to be fulsome, but I confess that I covet your skull.

The world is full of obvious things which nobody by any chance ever observes.

The sky was of the deepest blue, with a few white, fleecy clouds drifting lazily across it, and the air was filled with the low drone of insects or with a sudden sharper note as bee or bluefly shot past with its quivering, long-drawn hum, like an insect tuning-fork.

Let us hear the suspicions. I will look after the proofs.