This looks like one of those unwelcome social summonses which call upon a man either to be bored or to lie.

We must look for consistency. Where there is a want of it we must suspect deception.

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

That which is clearly known hath less terror than that which is but hinted at and guessed.

There is nothing more to be said or to be done tonight, so hand me over my violin and let us try to forget for half an hour the miserable weather and the still more miserable ways of our fellowmen.

Streams may spring from one source, and yet some be clear and some be foul.

One must wait till it comes.