“Yes, the Gorgon has dried your tears,” he said. “Well, she opened my eyes too; it's a delusion to say that she blinds people. What she does is just the contrary — she fastens their eyelids open, so that they're never again in the blessed darkness.”

I don't know that I should care for a man who made life easy; I should want some one who made it interesting.

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

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. Edith Wharton ~ The Touchstone

What's the use of making mysteries? It only makes people want to nose 'em out.

They are all alike you know. They hold their tongues for years and you think you're safe, but when the opportunity comes they remember everything.

...and wondering where he had read that clever liars give details, but that the cleverest do not.