Anyone can carry his burden, however heavy, until nightfall. Anyone can do his work, however hard, for one day. Anyone can live sweetly, patiently, lovingly, purely, until the sun goes down. And this is all that life really means.

Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.

Sit loosely in the saddle.

All error, not merely verbal, is a strong way of stating that the current truth is incomplete.

If it comes to a swinging, swing all, say I.

The web, then, or the pattern, a web at once sensuous and logical, an elegant and pregnant texture: that is style, that is the foundation of the art of literature.

To cast in it with Hyde was to die a thousand interests and aspirations.