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361 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1889
‘Let your boat of life be light, packed with only what you need - a homely home and simple pleasures, one or two friends, worth the name, someone to love and someone to love you, a cat, a dog, and a pipe or two, enough to eat and enough to wear, and a little more than enough to drink; for thirst is a dangerous thing … Time to drink in life’s sunshine - time to listen to the Aeolian music that the wind or God draws from the human heart-strings around us - time to -
I beg your pardon, really, I quite forgot.’
’…it seems so full of comfort and of strength, the night. In its great presence, our small sorrows creep away, ashamed.’
’Half an hour later, you think you will try a pipe in the conservatory. The only chair in the place is occupied by Emily; and John Edward, if the language of clothes can be relied on, has evidently been sitting on the floor.’
’”We must be careful,” I said, “I knew a man once -“
Harris looked at his watch.
“It won’t take half an hour,” I said; “it��s a true story, and -“
“Don’t waste it,” said George, “I am told that there are rainy evenings in the Black Forest; we may be glad of it. What we have to do now is finish this list.”
Now I come to think of it, I never did get off that story; something always interrupted it. And it really was true.’
’I wrote three paragraphs of a story, and then read them over to myself. Some unkind things have been said about my work; but nothing has been written which would have done justice to those three paragraphs. I threw them into the waste-paper basket, and sat trying to remember what, if any, charitable institutions provided pensions for decayed authors.’
’… from what I have observed of the German character I should not be surprised to hear that when a man in Germany is condemned to death he is given a piece of rope, and told to go and hang himself. It would save the State much trouble and expense, and I can see the German criminal taking that piece of rope home with him, reading up carefully the police instructions, and proceeding to carry them out in his kitchen …
The curious thing is that [a German], who as an individual is as helpless as a child, becomes, the moment he puts on the uniform, and intelligent being, capable of responsibility and initiative. The German can rule others, be ruled by others, but he cannot rule himself … Hitherto, the German has had the blessed good fortune to be exceptionally well-governed … When his troubles will begin will be when by chance anything goes wrong with the governing machine.’