Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.
I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.
extreme happiness invites religion almost as much as extreme misery.
I wonder if there isn't a catch about having plenty of money? Does it eventually take the pleasure out of things?
How can a young man like to wear a beard?
But some characters in books are really real--Jane Austen's are; and I know those five Bennets at the opening of Pride and Prejudice, simply waiting to raven the young men at Netherfield Park, are not giving one thought to the real facts of marriage.