You don't really know a woman until she writes you a letter.
an optimist is the man who looks after your eyes, and the pessimist the person who looks after your feet.
She suspected him of infidelity, with and without reason, morning, noon and night.
She could carry off anything; and some people said that she did.
Everything comes to the man who won't wait.
Fog and hypocrisy - that is to say, shadow, convention, decency - these were the very things that lent to London its poetry and romance.