We must not allow the clock and the calendar to blind us to the fact that each moment of life is a miracle and mystery.

What a huge inaccessible lumber-room of thought and experience we amounted to, I thought; how much we are, how little we transmit.

He wanted—what did he want most in life? I think his distinctive craving is best expressed as fun—fun in companionship.

For fifteen years Mr. Polly was a respectable shopkeeper in Fishbourne. Years they were in which every day was tedious, and when they were gone it was as if they had gone in a flash.

The calendar and the clock are all set by football season and the offseason.

We all feel the riddle of the earth without anyone to point it out. The mystery of life is the plainest part of it.