Men felt a chill in their hearts; a damp in their minds. In a desperate effort to snuggle their feelings into some sort of warmth,one subterfuge was tried after anothersentences swelled, adjectives multiplied, lyrics became epics.

Yet there are moments when the walls of the mind grow thin; when nothing is unabsorbed, and I could fancy that we might blow so vast a bubble that the sun might set and rise in it and we might take the blue of midday and the black of midnight and be cast off and escape from here and now.

Let us not take for granted that life exists more fully in what is commonly thought big than in what is commonly thought small.

Altogether, the task of estimating the length of human life is beyond our capacity, for directly we say that it is ages long, we are reminded that it is briefer than the fall of a rose leaf to the ground.

Her life was a tissue of vanity and deceit.

I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets older.

Every secret of a writer's soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.