Are not beauty and delicacy the same?

He built up a situation that was far enough from the truth. It never occurred to him that Helen was to blame. He forgot the intensity of their talk, the charm that had been lent him by sincerity, the magic of Oniton under darkness and of the whispering river. Helen loved the absolute. Leonard had been ruined absolutely, and had appeared to her as a man apart, isolated from the world. A real man, who cared for adventure and beauty, who desired to live decently and pay his way, who could have travelled more gloriously through life than the Juggernaut car that was crushing him.

Death destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him.

You want to love everyone equally, and that's worse than impossible--it's wrong.

This desire to govern a woman -- it lies very deep, and men and women must fight it together.... But I do love you surely in a better way then he does." He thought. "Yes -- really in a better way. I want you to have your own thoughts even when I hold you in my arms.

For our vanity is such that we hold our own characters immutable, and we are slow to acknowledge that they have changed, even for the better.

One always tends to overpraise a long book, because one has got through it.