Yet, it is true, poetry is delicious; the best prose is that which is most full of poetry.

Are we so made that we have to take death in small doses daily or we could not go on with the business of living?

Death is woven in with the violets,” said Louis. “Death and again death.”)

The taste for books was an early one. As a child he was sometimes found at midnight by a page still reading. They took his taper away, and he bred glow-worms to serve his purpose. They took the glow-worms away and he almost burnt the house down with a tinder.

Chastity ... has, even now, a religious importance in a woman's life, and has so wrapped itself round with nerves and instincts that to cut it free and bring it to the light of day demands courage of the rarest.

But it is just when opinions universally prevail and we have added lip service to their authority that we become sometimes most keenly conscious that we do not believe a word that we are saying.

How are we to account for the strange human craving for the pleasure of feeling afraid which is so much involved in our love of ghost stories?