The transcendental point of view, the habit of thought bred by communion with earth and sky, had refined the grain while it had roughened the husk.

a self-made martyr is a poor thing.

Few forms of life are so engaging as birds.

The attraction of horror is a mental, or even an intellectual, excitement, but the fascination of the repulsive, so noticeable incontemporary writing, can spring openly from some rotted substance within our civilization.

The share of the sympathetic publisher in the author's success - the true success so different from the ephemeral - is apt to be overlooked in these blatant days, so it is just as well that some of us should keep it in mind.

there are times when life surprises one, and anything may happen, even what one had hoped for.

After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of the front parlour