Under cover of her silence he pressed her arm closely to his side; and, as they stood at the hotel door, he felt that they had escaped from their lives and duties, escaped from home and friends and run away together with wild and radiant hearts to a new adventure.

This race and this country and this life produced me, he said. I shall express myself as I am.

The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works.

Places remember events.

The only decent people I ever saw at the racecourse were horses.

The mouth can be better engaged than with a cylinder of rank weed.

I have left my book, I have left my room, For I heard you singing Through the gloom.