She would not have put herself out so much to say so little.

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

The other producer of old age is habit: the deathly process of doing the same thing in the same way at the same hour day after day, first from carelessness, then from inclination, at last from cowardice or inertia. Luckily the inconsequent life is not the only alternative; for caprice is as ruinous as routine. Habit is necessary; it is the habit of having habits, of turning a trail into a rut, that must be incessantly fought against if one is to remain alive.

It must be less wicked to love the wrong person than not to love anybody at all.

His whole future seemed suddenly to be unrolled before him; and passing down its endless emptiness he saw the dwindling figure of a man to whom nothing was ever to happen.

She threw back her head with a laugh that made her chins ripple like little waves.

The real alchemy consists in being able to turn gold back again into something else; and that's the secret that most of your friends have lost.