With my cheek leant upon the window pane I like to fancy that I am pressing as closely as can be upon the massy wall of time, which is forever lifting and pulling and letting fresh spaces of life in upon us. May it be mine to taste the moment before it has spread itself over the rest of the world! Let me taste the newest and the freshest.

After all, what is a lovely phrase? One that has mopped up as much Truth as it can hold.

The root of things, what they were all afraid of saying, was that happiness is dirt cheap. You can have it for nothing. Beauty.

Romantic Love is only an Illusion. A story one makes up in One's Mind about Another Person.

She felt, with her hand on the nursery door, that community of feeling with other people which emotion gives as if the walls of partition had become so thin that practically (the feeling was one of relief and happiness) it was all one stream.

The sea was indistinguishable from the sky, except that the sea was slightly creased as if a cloth had wrinkles in it.

But then anyone who's worth anything reads just what he likes, as the mood takes him, and with extravagant enthusiasm.