If only we'd stop trying to be happy, we could have a pretty good time.

To have you here, you mean-in reach and yet out of reach? To meet you in this way, on the sly? It's the very reverse of what I want.

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

Beware of monotony; it's the mother of all the deadly sins.

Our blindest impulses become evidence of perspicacity when they fall in with the course of events.

... 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.