Indeed, I thought, slipping the silver into my purse, it is remarkable, remembering the bitterness of those days, what a change of temper a fixed income will bring about.

Why, if it was an illusion, not praise the catastrophe, whatever it was, that destroyed illusion and put truth in it's place?

I have lost friends, some by death...others by sheer inability to cross the street.

A perfect treat must include a trip to a second-hand bookshop.

Still, life had a way of adding day to day

To make ideas effective, we must be able to fire them off. We must put them into action.

For once the disease of reading has laid upon the system it weakens so that it falls an easy prey to that other scourge which dwells in the ink pot and festers in the quill. The wretch takes to writing.