For once a thing is known, it can never be unknown. It can only be forgotten.
Like many rich men, he thought in anecdotes; like many simple women, she thought in terms of biography.
One loses the capacity to grieve as a child grieves, or to rage as a child rages: hotly, despairingly, with tears of passion. One grows up, one becomes civilized, one learns one's manners, and consequently can no longer manage these two functions - sorrow and anger - adequately.
And without understanding, could each properly love the other?
A man of such obvious and exemplary charm must be a liar.
It will be a pity if women in the more conventional mould are to be phased out, for there will never be anyone to go home to.