extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.

extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.

Thinking of death--strange, beautiful, terrible and a long way off--made me feel happier than ever.

Though he had very little Latin beyond "Cave canem," he had, as a young dog, devoured Shakespeare (in a tasty leather binding).

There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.

...With stories even a page can take me hours, but the truth seems to flow out as fast as I can get it down.

The tea was a comfort - and by that time I more than needed comfort.