A frivolous society can acquire dramatic significance only through what its frivolity destroys.

The moment my eyes fell on him, I was content.

As the pain that can be told is but half a pain, so the pity that questions has little healing in its touch.

She had been bored all afternoon by Percy Gryce... but she could not ignore him on the morrow, she must follow up her success, must submit to more boredom, must be ready with fresh compliances and adaptibilities, and all on the bare chance that he might ultimately decide to do her the honour of boring her for life.

Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death.

His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.

Old age, calm, expanded, broad with the haughty breadth of the universe, old age flowing free with the delicious near-by freedom of death.