Anyone can find places, but the finding of people is a gift from God.
And of course she had studied the civilization that had immediately preceded her own - the civilization that had mistaken the functions of the system, and had used it for bringing people to things, in...
All invitations must proceed from heaven perhaps; perhaps it is futile for men to initiate their own unity, they do but widen the gulfs between them by the attempt. So at all events thought old Mr. Gr...
Actual life is full of false clues and sign-posts that lead nowhere. With infinite effort we nerve ourselves for a crisis that never comes. The most successful career must show a waste of strength tha...
Though nothing is damaged, everything is changed.
I since cricket match do long to talk with one of my arms around you, then place both arms round you and share with you, the above now seems sweeter to me than words can say.
You remember how he would trust strangers, and if they fooled him he would say: ‘It’s better to be fooled than to be suspicious’—that the confidence trick is the work of man, but the want-of-confidenc...
You care for me a little bit, I do think, he admitted, but I can't hang all my life on a little bit. You don't. You hang yours on Anne. You don't worry whether your relation with her is platonic or no...
You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.
Why can't we be friends now? said the other, holding him affectionately. It's what I want. It's what you want. But the horses didn't want it — they swerved apart: the earth didn't want it, sending up...
When I think of what life is, and how seldom love is answered by love; it is one of the moments for which the world was made.
What had spoken to her in that scoured-out cavity of the granite? What dwelt in the first of the caves? Something very old and very small. Before time, it was before space also. Something snub-nosed,...
To trust people is a luxury in which only the wealthy can indulge; the poor cannot afford it.
To Margaret—I hope that it will not set the reader against her—the station of King’s Cross had always suggested Infinity. Its very situation—withdrawn a little behind the facile splendours of St. Panc...
Though life is very glorious, it is difficult.
They were his last words, because Maurice had disappeared thereabouts, leaving no trace of his presence except a little pile of the petals of the evening primrose, which mourned from the ground like a...
They too entered the world of dreams- that world in which a third of each man's life is spent, and which is thought by some pessimists to be a premonition of eternity.
The stories of Harmonius and Aristogeiton, of Phaedrus of the Theban Band were well enough for those whose hearts were empty, but no substitute for life. That Clive should occasionally prefer them puz...
The aims of battle and the fruits of conquest are never the same;
The affections are more reticent than the passions, and their expression more subtle.