“Our thoughts are clay, they are moulded with the changes of the days;--when we are resting they are good; under fire, they are dead. Fields of craters within and without.”
“If our house be on fire, without inquiring whether it was fired from within or without, we must try to extinguish it.”
“…having learned that people cannot be moulded like clay…”
“To live, for me, Jane, is to stand on a crater-crust which may crack and spue fire any day.”
“In making even horizontal and clear inspections we colour and mould according to the wants within us whatever our eyes bring in.”
“A good dog never dies. He always stays. He walks besides you on crisp autumn days when frost is on the fields and winter's drawing near. His head is within our hand in his old way.”