She Loved Him Absolutely, Perhaps For Half

I Only Wish The Poets Would Say This Too: Love Is Of The Body; Not The Body, But Of The The Body. Ah! The Misery That Would Be Saved If We Confessed That! Ah! For A Little Directness To Liberate The Soul!

Life Never Gives Us What We Want At The Moment That We Consider Appropriate.

There Are Moments When The Inner Life Actually 'pays,' When Years Of Self-scrutiny, Conducted For No Ulterior Motive, Are Suddenly Of Practical Use.

It Is The Vice Of A Vulgar Mind To Be Thrilled By Bigness.

England Has Always Been Disinclined To Accept Human Nature.