“Those palates who, not yet two summers younger, must have inventions to delight the taste, would now be glad of bread, and beg for it.”

“Everybody must have a story. For those who don't, we need to invent one.”

“Where people know their work and do it, life has few blank spaces for boredom and they are seldom to be pitied. Where people have not yet found their work, they may be more pitied than those that beg their bread. When a man knows his work and will not do it, pity him more than one who is to be hanged tomorrow.”

“All in all, it was a never-to-be-forgotten summer — one of those summers which come seldom into any life, but leave a rich heritage of beautiful memories in their going — one of those summers which, in a fortunate combination of delightful weather, delightful friends and delightful doing, come as near to perfection as anything can come in this world.”

“Summer afternoon—summer afternoon; to me those have always been the two most beautiful words in the English language.”

“Those who hate so fervently, must have once loved deeply; those who want to deny the world, must have once embraced what they now set on fire.”