It's not the tragedies that kill us; it's the messes.
Honesty means nothing until you are tested under circumstances where you are sure you could get away with dishonesty.
This must be a gift book. That is to say a book, which you wouldn't take on any other terms.
[On being told their loquacious, domineering host was 'outspoken':] By whom?
There is entirely too much charm around, and something must be done to stop it.
Four things I am wiser to know: Idleness, sorrow, a friend, and a foe.