Our years, our debts, and our enemies are always more numerous than we imagine.

But if what interests you are stories of the fantastic, I must warn you that this kind of story demands more art and judgment than is ordinarily imagined.

Literature is the expression of society.

There is something marvelously soft in the study of nature which attaches a name to every being, a thought to every name, affection and memories to every thought.

Such days of autumnal decline hold a strange mystery which adds to the gravity of all our moods.

Our years, our debts, and our enemies are always more numerous than we imagine.

The winter will be long and bleak. Nature has a dismal aspect.