Is there no Latin word for Tea? Upon my soul, if I had known that I would have let the vulgar stuff alone.

Loss and possession, death and life are one, There falls no shadow where there shines no sun.

When friendship disappears then there is a space left open to that awful loneliness of the outside world which is like the cold space between the planets. It is an air in which men perish utterly.

When I am dead, I hope it may be said: His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

All men have an instinct for conflict: at least, all healthy men.