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

Facts must be manipulated; some must be brightened; others shaded; yet, in the process, they must never lose their integrity.

I'm terrified of passive acquiescence. I live in intensity.

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.

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.

I was always going to the bookcase for another sip of the divine specific.

Each had his own business to think of. Each had his past shut in him like the leaves of a book known to him by heart; and his friends could only read the title.