I have drunk of the wine of life at last, I have known the thing best worth knowing, I have been warmed through and through, never to grow quite cold again till the end.

We can't behave like people in novels, though, can we?

But after a moment a sense of waste and ruin overcame him. There they were, close together and safe and shut in; yet so chained to their separate destinies that they might as well been half the world apart.

Society soon grows used to any state of things which is imposed upon it without explanation.

... caprice is as ruinous as routine.

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

When people ask for time, it's always for time to say no. Yes has one more letter in it, but it doesn't take half as long to say.