She held in her hands for one brief moment the globe which we spend our lives in trying to shape, round, whole, and entire from the confusion of chaos.

“Let me now raise my song of glory. Heaven be praised for solitude. Let me be al…”

“She could have wept. It was bad, it was bad, it was infinitely bad! She could h…”

“We had nothing to say to each other; and I was conscious that not only my remar…”

“The real novelist, the perfectly simple human being, could go on, indefinitely …”