Life is always either; a tight -rope or a feather-bed . — Give me the tightrope.

My last page is always latent in my first; but the intervening windings of the way become clear only as I write.

The visible world is a daily miracle, for those who have eyes and ears.

Yes, you have been away a very long time.' 'Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,' she said, 'that I'm sure I'm dead and buried and this dear old place is heaven.

He had married (as most young men did) because he had met a perfectly charming girl at the moment when a series of rather aimless sentimental adventures were ending in premature disgust; and she had represented peace, stability, comradeship, and the steadying sense of an unescapable duty.

One can remain alive ... if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity interested in big things and happy in small ways.

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.