I worshipped dead men for their strength, Forgetting I was strong.

Click, clack, click, clack, went their conversation, like so many knitting-needles, purl, plain, purl, plain, achieving a complex pattern of references, cross-references, Christian names, nicknames, and fleeting allusions.

One must be businesslike, although the glass is falling.

Things were not tragic for us then, because although we cared passionately we didn't care deeply.

It is dreadful how I miss you, and everything that everybody says seems flat and stupid.

A flowerless room is a soulless room, to my way of thinking; but even a solitary little vase of a living flower may redeem it.

I suppose the pleasure of country life lies really in the eternally renewed evidences of the determination to live.