The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.
Give, do not lend; after death who will thank you?
England has always been disinclined to accept human nature.
It so happened that Lucy, who found daily life rather chaotic, entered a more solid world when she opened the piano. She was then no longer either deferential or patronizing; no longer either a rebel or a slave.
Life is easy to chronicle, but bewildering to practice.
Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.