In our hurried world too little value is attached to the part of the connoisseur and dilettante.

Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!

The true felicity of a lover of books is the luxurious turning of page by page, the surrender, not meanly abject, but deliberate and cautious, with your wits about you, as you deliver yourself into the keeping of the book. This I call reading.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

I discovered early that crying makes my nose red, and the knowledge has helped me through several painful episodes.

People struggled on for years with 'troubles,' but they almost always succumbed to 'complications.

With a shiver of foreboding he saw his marriage becoming what most of the other marriages about him were: a dull association of material and social interests held together by ignorance on the one side and hypocrisy on the other.