It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.

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

Little as she was addicted to solitude, there had come to be moments when it seemed a welcome escape from the empty noises of her life.

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

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

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.

There are two ways to spread happiness; either be the light who shines it or be the mirror who reflects it.