She was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company.
Why do we call all our generous ideas illusions, and the mean ones truths?
Ah, the poverty, the miserable poverty, of any love that lies outside of marriage, of any love that is not a living together, a sharing of all!
there are lots of ways of answering a letter - and writing doesn't happen to be mine.
She would not have put herself out so much to say so little.
Yes, you have been away a very long time.' 'Oh, centuries and centuries; so long,' she said, 'that I'm sure I'm dead and buried and this dear old place is heaven.