Nature, who has played so many queer tricks upon us, making us so unequally of clay and diamonds...

“Melancholy were the sounds on a winter's night.”

“And since a novel has this correspondence to real life, its values are to some …”

“But to continue the story of my professional experiences. I made one pound ten …”

“...solitary like a pool at evening, far distant, seen from a train window, vani…”