Do we find happiness so often that we should turn it off the box when it happens to sit there?

There is an aristocracy of the sensitive. They represent the true human tradition of permanent victory over cruelty and chaos.

Science explained people, but could not understand them. After long centuries among the bones and muscles it might be advancing to knowledge of the nerves, but this would never give understanding

The sort of poetry I seek only resides in objects Man can't touch - like England 's grass network of lanes 100 years ago, but today he can destroy them and only Lord Farrer keeps him from doing it.

Lucy was suffering from the most grievous wrong which this world has yet discovered: diplomatic advantage had been taken of her sincerity, of her craving for sympathy and love. Such a wrong is not easily forgotten. Never again did she expose herself without due consideration and precaution against rebuff. And such a wrong may react disastrously upon the soul.

I have always found writing pleasant and don't understand what people mean by 'throes of creation.'

Are not beauty and delicacy the same?