She heard him give his name, and came forward holding out her hand. "Is it you, indeed, Professor Wilson?"

That irregular and intimate quality of things made entirely by the human hand.

I like trees because they seem more resigned to the way they have to live than other things do. I feel as if this tree knows everything I ever think of when I sit here. When I come back to it, I never have to remind it of anything; I begin just where I left off.

Oh, this is the joy of the rose;That it blows,And goes.

Oh, the Germans classify, but the French arrange!.

No one person knows much more about writing than another. I expect that when people think they know anything about it, then their case is hopeless.