On the strength of his literary output alone... any woman of sense would decline to tackle D.H. Lawrence at 1,000 pounds a night.

I have never regretted Paradise Lost since I discovered that it contained no eggs-and-bacon.

It's disquieting to reflect that one's dreams never symbolize one's real wishes, but always something Much Worse... If I really wanted to be passionately embraced by Peter, I should dream of dentists or gardening. I wonder what unspeakable depths of awfulness can only be expressed by the polite symbol of Peter's embraces?

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

How true it is that men live for Things and women for People!

However entrancing it is to wander unchecked through a garden of bright images, are we not enticing your mind from another subject of almost equal importance?

One must not only die daily, but every day we must be born again.