One way of getting an idea of our fellow-countrymen's miseries is to go and look at their pleasures.

Most of us who turn to any subject we love remember some morning or evening hour when we got on a high stool to reach down an untried volume, or sat with parted lips listening to a new talker, or for very lack of books began to listen to voices within...

The beginning of compunction is the beginning of a new life.

In the multitude of middle-aged men who go about their vocations in a daily course determined for them much in the same way as the tie of their cravats, there is always a good number who once meant to shape their own deeds and alter the world a little.

Kisses honeyed by oblivion.