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It is so much easier to tell intimate things in the dark.
William McFee
There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.
William McFee
A young man must let his ideas grow, not be continually rooting them up to see how they are getting on.
William McFee
Terrible and sublime thought, that every moment is supreme for some man and woman, every hour the apotheosis of some passion!
William McFee
People don't ever seem to realise that doing what's right's no guarantee against misfortune.
William McFee
There are some men whom a staggering emotional shock, so far from making them mental invalids for life, seems, on the other hand, to awaken, to galvanize, to arouse into an almost incredible activity of soul.
William McFee
It is extraordinary how many emotional storms one may weather in safety if one is ballasted with ever so little gold.
William McFee
A trouble is a trouble, and the general idea, in the country, is to treat it as such, rather than to snatch the knotted cords from the hand of God and deal out murderous blows.
William McFee
The world belongs to the enthusiast who keeps cool.
William McFee
One must choose between obscurity with efficiency, and fame with its inevitable collateral of bluff.
William McFee
Doing what's right is no guarantee against misfortune.
William McFee
Steam is the friend of man. Steam engines are very human. Their very weaknesses are understandable. Steam engines do not flash back and blow your face in. They do not short-circuit and rive your heart with imponderable electric force. They have arms and legs and warm hearts and veins full of warm vapour. Give us steam every time. You know where you are with steam.
William McFee
London is always beautiful to those who love and understand that extraordinary microcosm; but at five of a summer morning there is about her an exquisite quality of youthful fragrance and debonair freshness which goes to the heart.
William McFee
One must choose between Obscurity with Efficiency, and Fame with its inevitable collateral of Bluff. There is a period, well on toward middle life, when a man can say such things to himself and feel comforted.
William McFee
While my companion is busily engaged in getting copy for a special article about the Market, I step nimbly out of the way of a swarthy gentleman from Calabria, who with his two-wheeled barrow is the last link in the immense chain of transportation connecting the farmer in the distant tropics and the cockney pedestrian who halts on the sidewalk and purchases a banana for a couple of pennies.
William McFee
"And what are those things at all?" demands my companion, diverted for a moment from the flowers. She nods towards a mass of dull-green affairs piled on mats or being lifted from big vans. She is a Cockney and displays surprise when she is told those things are bananas. She shrugs and turns again to the musk-roses, and forgets. But to me, as the harsh, penetrating odor of the green fruit cuts across the heavy perfume of the flowers, comes a picture of the farms in distant Colombia or perhaps Costa Rica. There is nothing like an odor to stir memories.
William McFee