... for I know I shall be interrupted-- I shall want to be, really, because life is too exciting to sit still for long.

There was a wonderful atmosphere of gentle age, a smell of flowers and beeswax, sweet yet faintly sour and musty; a smell that makes you feel very tender towards the past.

I know all about the facts of life, and I don't think much of them.

There is something revolting about the way girls' minds so often jump to marriage long before they jump to love.

How can a young man like to wear a beard?

What is it about the English countryside — why is the beauty so much more than visual? Why does it touch one so?

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.