Happiness is a work of art. Handle with care.

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.

She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.

Once more it was borne in on him that marriage was not the safe anchorage he had been taught to think, but a voyage on uncharted seas.

Ah, good conversation - there's nothing like it, is there? The air of ideas is the only air worth breathing.

there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine.

It is less mortifying to believe one's self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.