Am sorry to note that abuse and condemnation of a common acquaintance often constitutes very strong bond of union between otherwise uncongenial spirits.

There is a certain strong sense of inner conviction that strikes, with a pang as that of birth, through the very soul, and which is experienced but once or twice in a lifetime.

She is never alone when she has Her Books. Books, to her, are Friends. Give her Shakespeare or Jane Austen, Meredith or Hardy, and she is Lost - lost in a world of her own. She sleeps so little that most of her nights are spent reading.

Are modern children going to revolt against being modern, and if so, what form will reaction of modern parents take?

Inequalities of Fate very curious. Should like, on this account, to believe in Reincarnation.

Every Englishman is an average Englishman: it is a national characteristic.

Always remember, me dear, whether you're listening to a tale or telling one: Every penny piece that's struck has two sides to it.