We're a very cousiny people, Mary Harty told me. One must tread very lightly here: Everyone is kin to everyone else.

This is a perfect dog-day. The atmosphere thick, mildewy, cloudy. It is difficult to dry anything. The sun is obscured, yet we expect no rain.

We tea’d with May, and had to wait over an hour for a taxi!

I know the secret of the universe.[…]The universe is in love.[…]It loves the lively birds and beasts and the strenuous men who feed on them and the beautiful microbes and tumors that feed on the men and most of all it loves the tremor and friction and oppugnance between its loves, and sets its teeth to the shock and thrill of them.