She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.

The only thing to do is to hug one's friends tight and do one's job.

I was just a screw or cog in the great machine I called life, and when I dropped out of it I found I was of no use anywhere else.

They belonged to that vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.

The worst of doing one's duty was that it apparently unfitted one for doing anything else.

She wanted, passionately and persistently, two things which she believed should subsist together in any well-ordered life: amusement and respectability.

If proportion is the good breeding of architecture, symmetry, or the answering of one part to another, may be defined as the sanity of decoration.