fashion seems to exist for an abstract person who is not you or me.
Also, perhaps children are sterner than grown-up people in their refusal to suffer, in their refusal, even, to feel at all.
Silence sat in the taxi, as though a stranger had got in.
Silences have a climax, when you have got to speak.
Sins cut boldly up through every class in society, but mere misdemeanours show a certain level in life.
Pity the selfishness of lovers: it is brief, a forlorn hope; it is impossible.