She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.

Life has a way of overgrowing its achievements as well as its ruins.

Then stay with me a little longer,' Madame Olenska said in a low tone, just touching his knee with her plumed fan. It was the lightest touch, but it thrilled him like a caress.

For what endless years this life will have to go on! He felt, with a kind of horror, his own strong youth and the bounding blood in his veins.

I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

To visit Morocco is still like turning the pages of some illuminated Persian manuscript all embroidered with bright shapes and subtle lines.

Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?