There is, though I do not know how there is or why there is, a sense of infinite peace and protection in the glittering hosts of heaven.

It sounds plausible enough tonight, but wait until tomorrow. Wait for the common sense of the morning.

I stood staring, not as yet realising that this was death leaping from man to man in that little distant crowd.

I saw a gray-haired man a figure of hale age, sitting at a desk and writing.

The man who raises a fist has run out of ideas.

I had just taken to reading. I had just discovered the art of leaving my body to sit impassive in a crumpled up attitude in a chair or sofa, while I wandered over the hills and far away in novel company and new scenes... My world began to expand very rapidly,... the reading habit had got me securely.

Better it is toward the right conduct of life to consider what will be the end of a thing, than what is the beginning of it: for what promises fair at first may prove ill, and what seems at first a disadvantage, may prove very advantageous.