Dreams Have Only The Pigmentation Of Fact.

Madness To Us Means Reversion; To Such People As Una And Lena It Meant Progression. Now Their Uncle Had Entered Into A Land Beyond Them, The Land Of Fancy. For Fifty Years He Had Been As They Were, Silent, Hard-working, Unimaginative. Then All Of A Sudden, Like A Scholar Passing His Degree, He Had Gone Up Into Another Form.

Destiny And History Are Untidy.

Life Is Not To Be Told, Call It As Loud As You Like, It Will Not Tell Itself.

Youth Is Cause, Effect Is Age; So With The Thickening Of The Neck We Get Data.

Well, Isn't Bohemia A Place Where Everyone Is As Good As Everyone Else - And Must Not A Waiter Be A Little Less Than A Waiter To Be A Good Bohemian?