Contemplation seems to be about the only luxury that costs nothing.
It's odd how different a house feels when one is alone in it. It makes it easier to think rather private thoughts.
Topaz was wonderfully patient - but sometimes I wonder if it is not only patience, but also a faint resemblance to cows.
And no bathroom on earth will make up for marrying a bearded man you hate.
People's clothes ought to be buried with them.
And who says you always have to understand things? You can like them without understanding them -- like 'em better sometimes.