Personal life becomes paler as the imaginative life becomes richer.

The prayers of all good people are good.

The pale, cold light of the winter sunset did not beautify - it was like the light of truth itself.

The sky was a midnight-blue, like warm, deep, blue water, and the moon seemed to lie on it like a water-lily, floating forward with an invisible current.

Sometimes," I ventured, "it doesn't occur to boys that their mother was ever young and pretty. . . I couldn't stand it if you boys were inconsiderate, or thought of her as if she were just somebody who looked after you. You see I was very much in love with your mother once, and I know there's nobody like her.

If there were no girls like them in the world, there would be no poetry

We all like people who do things, even if we only see their faces on cigar-box lids.