When we are struck at without a reason, we should strike back again very hard; I am sure we should - so hard as to teach the person who struck us never to do it again.

He was the first to recognise me, and to love what he saw.

Say whatever your memory suggests is true; but add nothing and exaggerate nothing.

Beauty is in the eye of the gazer.

Prodigious was the amount of life I lived that morning.

I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.

But solitude is sadness.' 'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy lies heart-break.