[O]ne can scarcely be frightened off writing what one wants to write for fear an obscure reviewer should patronise one on that account.

There is no solution to death.Life intends to kill us.

Of all devils let loose in the world there is no devil like devoted love.

He had the appeal of a very young dog of a very large breed -- a kind of amiable absurdity.

I have the most ill-regulated memory. It does those things which it ought not to do and leaves undone the things it ought to have done. But it has not yet gone on strike altogether.

She reflected she must be completely besotted about Peter, if his laughter could hallow an aspidistra.

We are much too much inclined in these days to divide people into permanent categories, forgetting that a category only exists for its special purpose and must be forgotten as soon as that purpose is served.