"One cannot grow fine flowers in a thin soil."

"At this Helen laughed outright. "Nonsense," she said. "You're not a Christian. You've never thought what you are.—And…"

"On the towpath we met & had to pass a long line of imbeciles. The first was a very tall young man, just queer enough …"

"An illiterate, underbred book it seems to me; the book of a self-taught working man, and we all know how distressing …"

"I bought the blue paper book [Ulysses], & read it here one summer I think with spasms of wonder, of discovery, & then…"

"Margaret Ll. Davies writes that Janet is dying and will I write on her for The Times – a curious thought, rather: as …"

"Here I come to one of the memoir writer's difficulties — one of the reasons why, though I read so many, so many are f…"

"The Reverend C. L. Dodgson had no life. He passed through the world so lightly that he left no print. He melted so pa…"

"For some reason, we know not what, his childhood was sharply severed. It lodged in him whole and entire. He could not…"

"For I am more selves than Neville thinks. We are not simple as our friends would have us to meet their needs. Yet lov…"