Don't you ever mind," she asked suddenly, "not being rich enough to buy all the books you want?

Life is either always a tight-rope or a featherbed. Give me a tight-rope.

Dialogue in fiction should be reserved for the culminating moments and regarded as the spray into which the great wave of narrative breaks in curving towards the watcher on the shore.

In reality they all lived in a kind of hieroglyphic world, where the real thing was never said or done or even thought, but only represented by a set of arbitrary signs.

Half the trouble in life is caused by pretending there isn't any.

Staunch & faithful little lovers that they are, they give back a hundred fold every sign of love one ever gives them — & it mitigates the pang of losing them to know how very happy a little affection has made them .

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