Don't say it was "delightful"; make us say "delightful" when we've read the description.

I can answer that only by hearsay, returned the Guide, for pain is a secret which he has shared with your race and not with mine; and you would find it as hard to explain suffering to me as I would find it to reveal to you the secrets of the Mountain people. But those who know best say this, that any liberal man would choose the pain of this desire, even for ever, rather than the peace of feeling it no longer; and that though the best thing is to have, the next best is to want, and the worst of all is not to want.

Affection is responsible for nine-tenths of whatever solid and durable happiness there is in our lives.

The only moral that is of any value is that which arises inevitably from the whole cast of the author's mind.

Cobbles and kettledrums! ...I hope this madness isn't going to end in a moonlit climb and broken necks.

The return from the walk, and the arrival of tea, should be exactly coincident, and not later than a quarter past four.

Love, in its own nature, demands the perfecting of the beloved.