A Work-room Should Be Like

What Was Any Art But A Mould In Which To Imprison For A Moment The Shining Elusive Element Which Is Life Itself - Life Hurrying Past Us And Running Away, Too Strong To Stop, Too Sweet To Lose.

Prayers Said By Good People Are Always Good Prayers

It Is A Tragic Hour, That Hour When We Are Finally Driven To Reckon With Ourselves, When Every Avenue Of Mental Distraction Has Been Cut Off And Our Own Life And All Its Ineffaceable Failures Closes About Us Like The Walls Of That Old Torture Chamber Of The Inquisition.

It Is Easy To Pity When Once One's Vanity Has Been Tickled.

Merely Having Seen The Season Change In A Country Gave One The Sense Of Having Been There For A Long Time.