I sit down religiously every morning, I sit down for eight hours every day - and the sitting down is all.

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

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.

To a teacher of languages there comes a time when the world is but a place of many words and man appears a mere talking animal not much more wonderful than a parrot.

It’s extraordinary how we go through life with eyes half shut, with dull ears, with dormant thoughts. Perhaps it’s just as well; and it may be that it is this very dullness that makes life to the incalculable majority so supportable and so welcome.

I was constantly watching myself, my secret self, as dependent on my actions as my own personality