It is the dread of something happening, something unknown and dreadful, that makes us do anything to keep the flicker of talk from dying out.

There are few sorrows in which a good income is of no avail.

It is the dread of something happening, something unknown and dreadful, that makes us do anything to keep the flicker of talk from dying out.

If it's to be, it's up to me.

The test of enjoyment is the remembrance which it leaves behind.

But why wasn't I born, alas, in an age of Adjectives; why can one no longer write of silver-shedding Tears and moon-tailed Peacocks, of eloquent Death, of the Negro and star-enameled Night?

How can they say my life is not a success? Have I not for more than sixty years got enough to eat and escaped being eaten?