... there are shadows because there are hills.

Without form, the sensitiveness vanishes.

Those who prepared for all the emergencies of life beforehand may equip themselves at the expense of joy.

She stopped and leant her elbows against the parapet of the embankment. He did likewise. There is at times a magic in identity of position; it is one of the things that have suggested to us eternal comradeship.

But this time I'm not to blame; I want you to believe that. I simply slipped into those violets. No, I want to be really truthful. I am a little to blame. The sky, you know, was gold, and the ground all blue, and for a moment he looked like some one in a book.

Long books, when read, are usually overpraised, because the reader wishes to convince others and himself that he has not wasted his time.

Man can learn everything if he will but try.