The Moment A Man Talks To His

How Slow The Shadow Creeps: But When 'tis Past How Fast The Shadows Fall. How Fast! How Fast!

There Are Few Greater Temptations On Earth Than To Stay Permanently At Oxford In Meditation, And To Read All The Books In The Bodlean.

The Grace Of God Is Courtesy.

When Friendship Disappears Then There Is A Space Left Open To That Awful Loneliness Of The Outside World Which Is Like The Cold Space Between The Planets. It Is An Air In Which Men Perish Utterly.

Writing Itself Is A Bad Enough Trade, Rightly Held Up To Ridicule And Contempt By The Greater Part Of Mankind, And Especially By Those Who Do Real Work, Plowing, Riding, Sailing