One hardly knew at times whether one was reading the spiritual ecstasies of some mediaeval saint or the morbid confessions of a modern sinner. It was a poisonous book.

“Well, I can't eat muffins in an agitated manner. The butter would probably get …”

“There are few of us who have not sometimes wakened before dawn, either after on…”

“A man can be happy with any woman as long as he does not love her.”

“Life has always poppies in her hands.”