One never gets anything worth having by post.

“Even things in a book-case change if they are alive; we find ourselves wanting …”

“A fine gentleman like that, they said, had no need of books. Let him leave book…”

“thought Clarissa Dalloway, what a morning—fresh as if issued to children on a b…”

“I am the guardian of the sleeping fawn; the snow is dear to me; and the moon ri…”