I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.

Oh, comfortable cocoa!

I found it quite easy to carry on a casual conversation it was as if my real feelings were down fathoms deep in my mind and what we said was just a feathery surface spray.

Walking down Belmotte was the oddest sensation-- every step took us deeper into the mist until at last it closed over our heads. It was like being drowned in the ghost of water.

So many of the loveliest things in England are melancholy.

Time takes the ugliness and horror out of death and turns it into beauty.