You can't make a head and brains out of a brass knob with nothing in it. You couldn't do it when your uncle George was living much less when he's dead.

Have you ever had the sensation of looking at someone for the first time and ever so quickly the past and future seem to fuse ? Does that not mean something ? That we felt so much, so deeply, before even speaking?

I do not know the American gentleman, God forgive me for putting two such words together.

And still I stood looking at the house, thinking how happy I should be if I lived there with her, and knowing that I never was happy with her, but always miserable.

There seems a magic in the very name of Christmas.

The sergeant was describing a military life. It was all drinking, he said, except that there were frequent intervals of eating and love making.

[I]t seemed as if the streets were absorbed by the sky, and the night were all in the air.