Mrs. Ballinger is one of the ladies who pursue Culture in bands, as though it were dangerous to meet it alone.

Everybody who does anything at all does too much.

After all, one knows one's weak points so well, that it's rather bewildering to have the critics overlook them and invent others.

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

It was too late for happiness - but not too late to be helped by the thought of what I had missed. That is all I haved lived on - don't take it from me now

And all the while, I suppose," he thought, "real people were living somewhere, and real things happening to them.

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