I Might Have Simply Settled Down Into

Anyone Who Realises What Love Is, The Dedication Of The Heart, So Profound, So Absorbing, So Mysterious, So Imperative, And Always Just In The Noblest Natures So Strong, Cannot Fail To See How Difficult, How Tragic Even, Must Often Be The Fate Of Those Whose Deepest Feelings Are Destined From The Earliest Days To Be A Riddle And A Stumbling-block, Unexplained To Themselves, Passed Over In Silence By Others.

We Lived Within Two Hundred Yards Of The Sea, And Its Voice Was In Our Ears Night And Day.

The Other Thing That Happened In 1883 Was My Reading Of Thoreau's Walden.

My Ideas Had Been Taking A Socialistic Shape For Many Years; But They Were Lacking In Definite Outline.

Making A Choice Is Like Backing A Horse - In A Hundred Years, They May Decide You Picked Wrongly.