If people are highly successful in their profession they lose their senses. Sight goes. They have no time to look at pictures. Sound goes. They have no time to listen to music. Speech goes. They have no time for conversation. They lose their sense of proportion.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

It is no use trying to sum people up. One must follow hints, not exactly what is said, nor yet entirely what is done.

Life's bare as a bone.

There is no doubt in my mind, that I have found out how to begin (at 40) to say something in my own voice.

Lies will flow from my lips, but there may perhaps be some truth mixed up with them.

But I beneath a rougher sea, And whelmed in deeper gulfs than he.