How far we are going to read a poet when we can read about a poet is a problem to lay before biographers.

And again she felt alone in the presence of her old antagonist, life.

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

It is far harder to kill a phantom than a reality.

To communicate is our chief business; society and friendship our chief delights; and reading, not to acquire knowledge, not to earn a living, but to extend our intercourse beyond our own time and province.

When I am grown up I shall carry a notebook—a fat book with many pages, methodically lettered. I shall enter my phrases.

letters are venerable; and the telephone valiant, for the journey is a lonely one, and if bound together by notes and telephones we went in company, perhaps - who knows? - we might talk by the way.