Sleep Demands Of Us A Guilty Immunity.

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.

A Man's Sorrow Runs Uphill; True It Is Difficult For Him To Bear, But It Is Also Difficult For Him To Keep.

Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself.

I Have Been Loved,' She Said, 'by Something Strange, And It Has Forgotten Me.

No Man Needs Curing Of His Individual Sickness; His Universal Malady Is What He Should Look To.