Arrange whatever pieces come your way.
Marvelous are the innocent.
All artists need a room of their own
Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing.
I need silence, and to be alone and to go out, and to save one hour to consider what has happened to my world, what death has done to my world.
Middlemarch, the magnificent book which with all its imperfections is one of the few English novels for grown-up people.