"That, in so many words brings back his living remembrance. . . . With him there was a happy shining impression that he might have just come -- that very moment -- from another planet, one well within the solar system, but a little more like Utopia than ours." - On Brooke's description of Quebec as having "the radiance and repose of an immortal."
"Too late for fruit, too soon for flowers."
- On being asked, as he lay seriously ill, whether he would like some fruit or flowers