Soup is cuisines kindest course

But the close withdrew: the hand softened. It was over-- the moment.

I thought how unpleasant it is to be locked out; and I thought how it is worse, perhaps, to be locked in.

When people are happy they have a reserve upon which to draw, whereas she was like a wheel without a tyre

The only advice ... that one person can give another about reading is to take no advice, to follow your own instincts, to use your own reason, to come to your own conclusions.

The melancholy river bears us on. When the moon comes through the trailing willow boughs, I see your face, I hear your voice and the bird singing as we pass the osier bed. What are you whispering? Sorrow, sorrow. Joy, joy. Woven together, like reeds in moonlight.

Criticism? An artist wants praise. Praise.