... caprice is as ruinous as routine.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them.

Since the Americans have ceased to have dyspepsia, they have lost the only thing that gave them any expression.

The visible world is a daily miracle for those who have eyes and ears; and I still warm hands thankfully at the old fire, though every year it is fed with the dry wood of more old memories.

It frightened him to think what must have gone to the making of her eyes.

She had no tolerance for scenes which were not of her own making.

One of the surprises of her unoccupied state was the discovery that time, when it is left to itself and no definite demands are made on it, cannot be trusted to move at any recognized pace