Growing old is an emotion which comes over us at almost any age; I had it myself between the ages of 25 and 30.

It is easy to sympathize at a distance,' said an old gentleman with a beard. 'I value more the kind word that is spoken close to my ear.

Ah, but you see, I didn't want to be fair.

The advance of regret can be so gradual that it is impossible to say "yesterday I was happy, today I am not.

It's miles worse for you than that; I'm in love with your gamekeeper.

For it is a serious thing to have been watched. We all radiate something curiously intimate when we believe ourselves to be alone.

The sadness of the incomplete, the sadness that is often Life, but should never be Art.