After all, I believe that legends and myths are largely made of 'truth', and indeed present aspects of it that can only be received in this mode; and long ago certain truths and modes of this kind were discovered and must always reappear.

I wish life was not so short. Languages take such a time, and so do all the things one wants to know about.

After some time he felt for his pipe. It was not broken, and that was something. Then he felt for his pouch, and there was some tobacco in it, and that was something more. Then he felt for matches and he could not find any at all, and that shattered his hopes completely.

If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.

Now it is a strange thing, but things that are good to have and days that are good to spend are soon told about, and not much to listen to; while things that are uncomfortable, palpitating, and even gruesome, may make a good tale, and take a deal of telling anyway.

When he heard there was nothing to eat, he sat down and wept… “Why did I ever wake up!” he cried.

I feel thin, sort of stretched, like butter scraped over too much bread.