Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

The goose we retained until this morning, when there were signs that, in spite of the slight frost, it would be well that it should be eaten without delay. Its finder has carried it off therefore to fulfil the ultimate destiny of a goose.

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

I am an omnivorous reader with a strangely retentive memory for trifles.

His sanguine spirit turns every firefly into a star.

I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children.

You never tire of the moor. You cannot think the wonderful secrets which it contains. It is so vast, and so barren, and so mysterious.