What I felt then I feel now: the inexorable, unchanging interior hum of doubt and hope.

Why do men carry guns and build prison camps, when the nurturing earth is made for freedom?

We often take for granted the very things that most deserve our gratitude.

Of comic novels that have quaffed the elixir of 'classic': Zuleika Dobson by Max Beerbohm.

The imagination has resources and intimations we don't even know about.

Nothing is so awesomely unfamiliar as the familiar that discloses itself at the end of a journey. Nothing shakes the heart so much as meeting-far, far away-what you last met at home.

Two things remain irretrievable: time and a first impression.