"Will you look at us by the river! The whole restless mob of us on spread blankets in the dreamy briny sunshine skylarking and chiacking about for one day, one clear clean, sweet day in a good world in the midst of our living. Yachts run before an unfelt gust with...

The sky was clear – remarkably clear – and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed as a common pulse…To persons standing alone on a hill during a clear midnight such as this, the roll of the world eastward is almost a palpable movement. The sensation may be caused by the panoramic glide of the stars past earthly objects, which is perceptible in a few minutes of stillness, or by the better outlook upon space that a hill affords, or by the wind, or by the solitude; but whatever be its origin the impression of riding along is vivid and abiding…

Quote 1: En plein midi, l’air qui flottait sur la plaine devenait aussi animé qu’une flamme, il étincelait, il ondoyait, il ruisselait comme l’eau, il réfléchissait et multipliait tous les objets pour créer des mirages gigantesques. A cette altitude, on respirait sans...

… Regardez le jour à travers cette haie surprenante d’aiguilles, de tours et de clochers…détachez nettement sur un horizon d’azur le profil gothique de ce vieux Paris, faites-en flotter le contour dans une brume d’hiver qui s’accroche à ses nombreuses cheminées,...

The Introduction … all made her feel that she had come out of her chrysalis and was being proclaimed what in the long comfortable darkness of childhood she had never been – this frail and beautiful creature, this limited and circumscribed creature who could not do...

One of the strange things about living in the world is that it is only now and then one is quite sure one is going to live forever and ever and ever. One knows it sometimes when one gets up at the tender solemn dawn-time and goes out and stands alone and throws one’s...

Now, if she had been the heroine of a moral story-book, she ought at this period of her life to have become quite saintly, renounced the world, and gone about doing good in a mortified bonnet, with tracts in her pocket. But, you see, Jo wasn’t a heroine; she was only...

Quote 1: The armour of falsehood is subtly wrought out of darkness, and hides a man not only from others, but from his own soul.” Quote 2: ‘Yes, for we fight for more than Love or Pleasure: there is Truth. Truth counts, Truth does count.’ Quote 3:  …by the side...

Quote 1: For a long time they looked at the river beneath them, saying nothing, and the river said nothing too, for it felt very quiet and peaceful on this summer afternoon. ‘Tigger is all right, really,’ said Piglet lazily. ‘Of course he is,’ said Christopher Robin....