Yet these roaring waters," said Neville, "upon which we build our crazy platforms are more stable than the wild, the weak and inconsequent cries that we utter when, trying to speak, we rise; when we reason and jerk out these false sayings, 'I am this; I am that!' Speech is false.

“My own brain is to me the most unaccountable of machinery - always buzzing, hum…”

“...when London is a grass-grown path and all those hurrying along the pavement …”

“All women together ought to let flowers fall upon the tomb of Aphra Behn, for i…”

“So fine was the morning except for a streak of wind here and there that the sea…”