It spurred me to such action as I took, - but it has robbed me of sugared eloquence, it has left me chary of speech. It is necessary that I climb very high because of my love for you, and upon the heights there is silence.

At what cost, now, may one attempt to write perfectly of beautiful happenings?

Time changes all things and cultivates even in herself an appreciation of irony, - and, therefore, why shouldn't I have changed a trifle?

Always the fact remains that to the mentally indolent this book may well seem a volume of disconnected short stories. All of us being more or less mentally ind…