There are men here and there to whom the whole of life is like an afte >>
A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing. >>
What is a novel if not a conviction of our fellow-men's existence stro >>
The moon is a white strange world, great, white, soft-seeming globe in >>
So there he is at last. Man on the moon. The poor magnificent bungler! >>
There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the d >>
There is something haunting in the light of the moon; it has all the dispassionateness of a disembodied soul, and something of its inconceivable mystery.