It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.

a loss of sensibility follows a loss of innocence, at once a penalty and a compensation.

And at last father flung the rug off as if it were hampering him and strode over to the table saying, 'cocoa, cocoa!'-- it might have been the most magnificent drink in the world; which, personally, I think it is.

Certain unique books seem to be without forerunners or successors as far as their authors are concerned. Even though they may profoundly influence the work of other writers, for their creator they're complete, not leading anywhere.

Well, my paper has asked me to do a series: Lives of the Great Musicians, reading time 2 minutes.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

It's a beautiful sight to see good dancers doing simple steps. It's a painful sight to see beginners doing complicated patterns.