We cast a shadow on something wherever we stand, and it is no good moving from place to place to save things; because the shadow always follows. Choose a place where you won't do harm - yes, choose a place where you won't do very much harm, and stand in it for all you are worth, facing the sunshine.

Did you ever dream you had a friend, Alec? Someone to last your whole life and you his. I suppose such a thing can’t really happen outside sleep.

I hope to risk things all my life.""Oh, Margaret, most dangerous.""But after all," she continued with a smile, "there's never any great risk as long as you have money.""Oh, shame! What a shocking speech!""Money pads the edges of things," said Miss Schlegel. "God help those who have none.

The real thing's money and all the rest is a dream.

Life' wrote a friend of mine, 'is a public performance on the violin, in which you must learn the instrument as you go along.

Life never gives us what we want at the moment that we consider appropriate. Adventures do occur, but not punctually.

Only connect! That was the whole of her sermon. Only connect the prose and the passion, and both will be exalted, and human love will be seen at its height. Live in fragments no longer.

We reach in desperation beyond the fog, beyond the very stars, the voids of the universe are ransacked to justify the monster, and stamped with a human face. London is religions opportunity--not the decorous religion of theologians, but an anthropomorphic, crude. Yes, the continuous flow would be tolerable if a man of our own sort--not anyone pompous or tearful--were caring for us up in the sky.

Let us think of people as starting life with an experience they forget and ending it with one which they anticipate but cannot understand.