Without respite he is dragged by the two wild horses, memory and hope; and he is tormented by a secret that he never can tell. Lud-in-the-Mist (1926)
Pride and resentment are not indigenous in the human heart; and perhaps it is due to the gardener's innate love of the exotic that we take such pains to make them thrive. Lud-in-the-Mist (1926)