You know my method. It is founded upon the observation of trifles.

If the man who observes the myriad stars, and considers that they and their innumerable satellites move in their serene dignity through the heavens, each swinging clear of the other's orbit-if, I say, the man who sees this cannot realise the Creator's attributes without the help of the book of Job, then his view of things is beyond my understanding.

Well, well, my dear fellow, be it so. We have shared this same room for some years, and it would be amusing if we ended by sharing the same cell. (...)

There is a soul-jealousy that can be as frantic as any body-jealousy.

I suppose I shall have to compound a felony as usual.

A sandwich and a cup of coffee, and then off to violin-land, where all is sweetness and delicacy and harmony.

It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.