Shakespeare is one of the last books one should like to give up, perhaps the one just before the Dying Service in a large Prayer book.

Oh, the pleasure of eating my dinner alone!

We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.

I am in love with this green Earth.

A child's nature is too serious a thing to admit of its being regarded as a mere appendage to another being.

When twilight dews are falling soft Upon the rosy sea, love, I watch the star whose beam so oft Has lighted me to thee, love.

Your absence of mind we have borne, till your presence of body came to be called in question by it.