scarcely a human being in the course of history has fallen to a woman's rifle; the vast majority of birds and beasts have been killed by you, not by us. Obviously there is for you some glory, some necessity, some satisfaction in fighting which we have never felt or enjoyed.

So that the monotonous fall of the waves on the beach, which for the most part beat a measured and soothing tattoo to her thoughts seemed consolingly to repeat over and over again.

King old ladies assure us that cats are often the best judges of character. A cat will always to to a good man, they say.

Truth had run through my fingers. Every drop had escaped.

what she loved: life, London, this moment of june.

A good essay must have this permanent quality about it; it must draw its curtain round us, but it must be a curtain that shuts us in not out.

There is something about the present which we would not exchange, though we were offered a choice of all past ages to live in.