Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.

life is a succession of readjustments.

In big houses in which things are done properly, there is always the religious element. The diurnal cycle is observed with more feeling when there are servants to do the work.

...there must be something she wanted; and that therefore she was no lady.

the process of reading is reciprocal; the book is no more than a formula, to be furnished out with images out of the reader's mind.

The most steady, the most self-sufficient nature depends, more than it knows, on its few chosen stimuli.

All my life I have said, "Whatever happens there will always be tables and chairs"--and what a mistake.