The most steady, the most self-sufficient nature depends, more than it knows, on its few chosen stimuli.

Don't you understand that all language is dead currency? How they keep on playing shop with it all the same.

What I have found is, anything one keeps hidden should now and then be hidden somewhere else.

life is a succession of readjustments.

Everything is very quiet, the streets are never crowded, and the people one dislikes are out of town.

I pity people who do not care for Society. They are poorer for the oblation they do not make.

Ghosts, we hope, may be always with us - that is, never too far out of the reach of fancy. On the whole, it would seem they adapt themselves well, perhaps better than we do, to changing world conditions - they enlarge their domain, shift their hold on our nerves, and, dispossessed of one habitat, set up house in another. The universal battiness of our century looks like providing them with a propitious climate.