Gossip is what no one claims to like, but everybody enjoys.

Sleep after toyle, port after stormie seas, Ease after warre, death after life, does greatly please.

It occurred to me that my speech or my silence, indeed any action of mine, would be a mere futility.

That faculty of beholding at a hint the face of his desire and the shape of his dream, without which the earth would know no lover and no adventurer.

Beyond the fence the forest stood up spectrally in the moonlight, and through the dim stir, through the faint sounds of that lamentable courtyard, the silence of the land went home to one's very heart - its mystery, its greatness, the amazing reality of its concealed life.

For a time I would feel I belonged still to a world of straightforward facts; but the feeling would not last long. Something would turn up to scare it away.

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.