Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

It is useless to read Greek in translation; translators can but offer us a vague equivalent.

Just in case you ever foolishly forget; I'm never not thinking of you

When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre

I like to have space to spread my mind out in.

Habits and customs are a convenience devised for the support of timid natures who dare not allow their souls free play.

The immense success of our life is, I think, that our treasure is hid away; or rather in such common things that nothing can touch it.