The Devil's out of fashion.

I think it [religion] is an art, the greatest one; an extension of the communion all the other arts attempt.

I only want to write. And there's no college for that except life.

I wanted to know more about the young ... strange that though they laughed so loud, they so seldom smiled. Perhaps laughter was involuntary whereas smiling was part of an attitude to life.

The family - that dear octopus from whose tentacles we never quite escape, nor, in our inmost hearts, ever quite wish to.

Am I really admitting that my sister is determined to marry a man she has only seen once and doesn't much like the look of? It is half real and half pretense - and I have an idea that it is a game most girls play when they meet an eligible young men. They just...wonder.

The tea was a comfort - and by that time I more than needed comfort.