Tea! Bless ordinary everyday afternoon tea!

Beastly things, teeth. Give us trouble from the cradle to the grave.

There is no question of defence. I have always acted in accordance with the dictates of my conscience. I have nothing with which to reproach myself.

I think, myself, that one's memories represent those moments which, insignificant as they may seem, nevertheless represent the inner self and oneself as most really oneself.

There hung about her the restrained energy of a whiplash.

I often wonder why the whole world is so prone to generalise. Generalisations are seldom if ever true and are usually utterly inaccurate.

She was a lucky woman who had established a happy knack of writing what quite a lot of people wanted to read.