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But the mind travels far—and mysteriously—in sleep.
A Writer's Recollections (1918)
But no man has a monopoly of conscience.
A Writer's Recollections (1918)
A life spent largely among books, and in the exercise of a literary profession, has very obvious drawbacks, as a subject matter, when one comes to write about it.
A Writer's Recollections (1918)
The only thing which can keep journalism alive—journalism, which is born of the moment, serves the moment, and, as a rule, dies with the moment—is—again, the Stevensonian secret!—charm.
A Writer's Recollections (1918)
I wanted to show how a man of sensitive and noble character, born for religion, comes to throw off the orthodoxies of his day and moment, and go out into the wilderness where all is experiment, and spiritual life begins again.
A Writer's Recollections (1918)
[T]he delight in natural things—colours, forms, scents—when there was nothing to restrain or hamper it, has often been a kind of intoxication, in which thought and consciousness seemed suspended.
A Writer's Recollections (1918)