Yes, we who are full to the gorge with misery should look well around, doubting everything seen, done, spoken, precisely because we have a word for it, and not its alchemy

Even the contemplative life is only an effort, Nora my dear, to hide the body so the feet won’t stick out.

Una's face was an unbroken block of calculation, saving where, upon her upper lip, a little down of hair fluttered. Yet it gave one an uncanny feeling. It made one think of a tassel on a hammer.

Only the impossible lasts forever.

What is a ruin but time easing itself of endurance?

God, children know something they can't tell; they like Red Riding Hood and the wolf in bed!

The heart of the jealous knows the best and most satisfying love, that of the other's bed, where the rival perfects the lover's imperfections.