They call them the haunted shores, these stretches of Devonshire and Cornwall and Ireland which rear up against the westward ocean. Mists gather here, and sea fog, and eerie stories. That's not because there are more ghosts here than in other places, mind you. It's just that people who live hereabouts are strangely aware of them.

I have noticed that rooms which are extra clean feel extra cold

Though he had very little Latin beyond "Cave canem," he had, as a young dog, devoured Shakespeare (in a tasty leather binding).

I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?

I wanted so terribly to be good to him.

Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.

The Devil's out of fashion.