It was a Sunday afternoon, wet and cheerless; and a duller spectacle this earth of ours has not to show than a rainy Sunday in London.

Reserve is the truest expression of respect towards those who are its objects.

Rightly it is said of utter, utter misery, that it 'cannot be remembered'; itself, being a rememberable thing, is swallowed up in its own chaos.

No progressive knowledge will ever medicine that dread misgiving of a mysterious and pathless power given to words of a certain import.

I feel that there is no such thing as ultimate forgetting; traces once impressed upon the memory are indestructible.

It is most absurdly said, in popular language, of any man, that he is disguised in liquor; for, on the contrary, most men are disguised by sobriety.

Either the human being must suffer and struggle as the price of a more searching vision, or his gaze must be shallow and without intellectual revelation.