Destiny And History Are Untidy.

Madness To Us Means Reversion; To Such People As Una And Lena It Meant Progression. Now Their Uncle Had Entered Into A Land Beyond Them, The Land Of Fancy. For Fifty Years He Had Been As They Were, Silent, Hard-working, Unimaginative. Then All Of A Sudden, Like A Scholar Passing His Degree, He Had Gone Up Into Another Form.

Our Bones Ache Only While The Flesh Is On Them.

New York Is The Meeting Place Of The Peoples, The Only City Where You Can Hardly Find A Typical American.

The Priceless Galaxy Of Misinformation Called The Mind.

Sleep Demands Of Us A Guilty Immunity.