Very softly, but very swiftly, Last, the man with the grey face and the staring eyes, bolted for his life, down and away from the White House. Once in the road, free from the fields and brakes, he changed his run into a walk, and he never paused or stopped, till he came with a gulp of relief into the ugly streets of the big industrial town. He made hi way to the station at once, and found that he was an hour too soon for the London express. So, there was plenty of time for breakfast; which consisted of brandy.

The saint endeavors to recover a gift which he has lost; the sinner tries to obtain something which was never his. In brief, he repeats the Fall.

silence is not weakness and decency is not pride

Every branch of human knowledge, if traced up to its source and final principles, vanishes into mystery.

I dream in fire but work in clay.

Old stories often turn out to be true.

It was better, he thought, to fail in attempting exquisite things than to succeed in the department of the utterly contemptible.