Only the margin left to write on now. I love you, I love you, I love you.

Ah, but you're the insidious type--Jane Eyre with of touch of Becky Sharp. A thoroughly dangerous girl.

I suppose the best kind of spring morning is the best weather God has to offer.

People's clothes ought to be buried with them.

My God - it's a green child!" said the American. "What is this place - the House of Usher?

He laughed a little, in an odd, nervous kind of way. "Because if I don't get going soon, the whole impetus may die--and if that happens, well, I really shall consider a long, restful plunge into insanity. Sometimes the abyss yawns very attractively.

Sometimes [the expression] old age has a kind of harrowing beauty. But elderly - ugh!