He was unheeded, happy, and near to the wild heart of life

What is better than to sit at the end of the day and drink wine with friends, or substitutes for friends?

I'd love to have the whole place swimming in roses

But we are living in a sceptical and, if I may use the phrase, a thought-tormented age: and sometimes I fear that this new generation, educated or hyper-educated as it is, will lack those qualities of humanity, of hospitality, of kindly humour which belonged to an older day.

O cold ! O shivery ! It was your ambrosial beauty. Forget, forgive. Kismet. Let me off this once.

What's in a name? That is what we ask ourselves in childhood when we write the name that we are told is ours.

I'll tickle his catastrophe.