I have had my vision.

There in the trenches the change which Mr. Brewer desired when he advised football was produced instantly. he developed manliness. he was promoted. he drew the attention, indeed the affection of his officer, Evans by name. It was a case of two dogs playing on a hearth-rug.

To speak or to be silent was equally an effort, for when they were silent they were keenly conscious of each other's presence, and yet words were either too trivial or too large.

Millions of things came back to her. Atoms danced apart and massed themselves. But how did they compose what people called a life?

For such gestures one falls hopelessly in love for a lifetime.

I can't imagine anything nicer than to sit out in the moonlight and listen to music.

Heaven knows what virtue it has, this ecstatic book.