I addressed my self as one would speak to a companion with whom one is voyaging to the North Pole.

“They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however har…”

“I enjoy the spring more than the autumn now. One does, I think, as one gets old…”

“Marvelous are the innocent. ”

“. . . clumsiness is often mated with a love of solitude.”