His icebergs are strange monuments with a symbol embodied in their form and their colours. They do not freeze you when you look at them, for they are not of ice, they are what Lawren Harris feels and thinks after he has contemplated them

You can't stop a teacher when they want to do something. They just do it.

I don't know what good it is to know so much and be smart as whips and all if it doesn't make you happy.

The color of his pallor, however, was a curiously basic white - unmixed, that is, with the greens and yellows of guilt or abject contrition. It was very like the standard bloodlessness in the face of a small boy who loves animals to distraction, all animals, and who has just seen his favourite, bunny-loving sister's expression as she opened the box containing his birthday present to her - a freshly caught young cobra, with a red ribbon tied in an awkward bow around its neck.

Maybe there's a trapdoor under my chair, and I'll just disappear.

It happens to be one of those days when I see everybody in the family, including myself, through the wrong end of a telescope.

I'm quite illiterate, but I read a lot.