Noble deeds and hot baths are the best cures for depression.

a loss of sensibility follows a loss of innocence, at once a penalty and a compensation.

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.

Still, looking through the old volumes was soothing, because thinking of the past made the present seem a little less real.

And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.

I shouldn't think even millionaires could eat anything nicer than new bread and real butter and honey for tea.

Perhaps what you call conventionality, I call decency.