I have never known a novel that was good enough to be good in spite of its being adapted to the author's political views.

Women ought to be free - as free as we are,' he declared, making a discovery of which he was too irritated to measure the terrific consequences.

No insect hangs its nest on threads as frail as those which will sustain the weight of human vanity.

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

... even in houses commonly held to be 'booky' one finds, nine times out of ten, not a library but a book-dump.

She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.

Selden and Lily stood still, accepting the unreality of the scene as a part of their own dream-like sensations. It would not have surprised them to feel a summer breeze on their faces, or to see the lights among the boughs reduplicated in the arch of a starry sky. The strange solitude about them was no stranger than the sweetness of being alone in it together.