I think the main thing, don't you, is to keep the show on the road.

With three or more people there is something bold in the air: direct things get said which would frighten two people alone and conscious of each inch of their nearness to one another. To be three is to be in public - you feel safe.

Jealousy is no more than feeling alone against smiling enemies.

Fantasy is toxic: the private cruelty and the world war both have their start in the heated brain.

She had one of those charming faces which, according to the angle from which you see them, look either melancholy or impertinent. Her eyes were grey; her trick of narrowing them made her seem to reflect, the greater part of the time, in the dusk of her second thoughts. With that mood, that touch of arriere pensee, went an uncertain, speaking set of lips.

Autumn arrives in the early morning.

Reason can never reconcile one to life: nothing allays the wants one cannot explain.