It's their mother, I think, even more than themselves.

I seem to have grown up just looking on at life as at a show; watching it, thinking about it, trying to understand--not living it at all.

I must get over that; I will.

I believe I can tell the very moment I began to love him.

It was in the schoolroom the second evening.
Sheila and I were sitting there just before dinner, and he came, in a rage, looking splendid.