Romance only dies with life. No pair of pincers will ever pull it out of us. But there is a spurious sentiment which cannot resist the unexpected and the incongruous and the grotesque. A touch will loosen it, and the sooner it goes from us the better.

You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you.

They cared for no one, they were outside humanity, and death, had it come, would only have continued their pursuit of a retreating horizon.

A funeral is not death, any more than baptism is birth or marriage union. All three are the clumsy devices, coming now too late, now too early, by which Society would register the quick motions of man.

There's enough sorrow in the world, isn't there, without trying to invent it.

Railway termini are our gates to the glorious and the unknown

It was not that ladies were inferior to men; it was that they were different. Their mission was to inspire others to achievement rather than to achieve themselves. Indirectly, by means of tact and a spotless name, a lady could accomplish much. But if she rushed into the fray herself she would be first censured, then despised, and finally ignored.