Whatever we had missed, we possessed together the precious, the incommunicable past.

It was no wonder that her sons stood tall and straight. She was a rich mine of life, like the founders of early races.

His misfortune was that he loved youth - he was weak to it, it kindled him. If there was one eager eye, one doubting, critical mind, one lively curiosity in a …

As I confronted her, the changes grew less apparent to me, her identity stronger. She was there, in the full vigour of her personality, battered but not dimini…

I then had one of the three or four long intimate conversations with him which are all I can boast.

It does seem so pleasant to talk with an old acquaintance who knows what you know. I see so many new folks nowadays who seem to have neither past nor future. C…

For auld lang syne, my dear, For auld lang syne, We'll tak a cup o' kindness yet For auld lang syne!