Those dripping crumpets, I can see them now. Tiny crisp wedges of toast, and piping-hot, flaky scones. Sandwiches of unknown nature, mysteriously flavoured and quite delectable, and that very special gingerbread. Angel cake, that melted in the mouth, and his rather stodgier companion, bursting with peel and raisins. There was enough food there to keep a starving family for a week.

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

You had to endure something yourself before it touched you.

How pleasant,' Dona said, peeling her fruit; 'the rest of us can only run away from time to time, and however much we pretend to be free, we know it is only for a little while - our hands and our feet are tied.

I have no talent for making new friends, but oh such genius for fidelity to old ones.

Life was a series of greetings and farewells, one was always saying good-bye to something, to someone.

Will you look into my eyes and tell me that you love me now?