Children must be educated by love, not punishment.

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

The studious silence of the library ... Thought is the thought of thought. Tranquil brightness.

What kind of liberation would that be to forsake an absurdity which is logical and coherent and to embrace one which is illogical and incoherent?

I am quite content to go down to posterity as a scissors and paste man for that seems to me a harsh but not unjust description

I came in at half past eleven. Since then I have been sitting in an easy chair like a fool. I could do nothing. I hear nothing but your voice. I am like a fool hearing you call me 'Dear.' I offended two men today by leaving them coolly. I wanted to hear your voice, not theirs. When I am with you I leave aside my contemptuous, suspicious nature. I wish I felt your head on my shoulder.

My puns are not trivial. They are quadrivial