I'm afraid I'm an incorrigible life-lover, life-wonderer, and adventurer.

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

She said she knew we were safe with you, and always would be, because once, when she asked you to, you'd given up the thing you most wanted." Archer received this strange communication in silence. His eyes remained unseeingly fixed on the thronged sunlit square below the window. At length he said in a low voice: "She never asked me.

The immense accretion of flesh which had descended on her in middle life like a flood of lava on a doomed city had changed her from a plump active little woman with a neatly-turned foot and ankle into something as vast and august as a natural phenomenon. She had accepted this submergence as philosohpically as all her other trials, and now, in extreme old age, was rewarded by presenting to her mirror an almost unwrinkled expanse of firm pink and white flesh, in the centre of which the traces of a small face survived as if awaiting excavation.

The real loneliness is living among all these kind people who only ask one to pretend!

Everything about her was warm and soft and scented; even the stains of her grief became her as raindrops do the beaten rose.

It was harder to drown at sunrise than in darkness.