Of course it's all right for librarians to smell of drink.

Perhaps there can be too much making of cups of tea, I thought, as I watched Miss Statham filling the heavy teapot. Did we really need a cup of tea? I even said as much to Miss Statham and she looked at me with a hurt, almost angry look, 'Do we need tea? she echoed. 'But Miss Lathbury...' She sounded puzzled and distressed and I began to realise that my question had struck at something deep and fundamental. It was the kind of question that starts a landslide in the mind. I mumbled something about making a joke and that of course one needed tea always, at every hour of the day or night.

What a good thing there is no marriage or giving in marriage in the after-life; it will certainly help to smooth things out.

Life is cruel and we do terrible things to each other.

I imagine the proverb about too many cooks spoiling the broth can be applied to writing as well as anything else. The poetical or literary broth is better cooked by one person.

Of course it's all right for librarians to smell of drink.

I realised that one might love him secretly with no hope of encouragement, which can be very enjoyable for the young or inexperienced.