Love of privacy - perhaps because of the increasing exactions of society - has become in many people almost pathological.

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.

If you look at life one way, there is always cause for alarm.

For people who live on expectations, to face up to their realization is something of an ordeal.

Good general-purpose manners nowadays may be said to consist in knowing how much you can get away with.

The silence of a shut park does not sound like country silence: it is tense and confined.

What's the matter with this country is the matter with the lot of us individually - our sense of personality is a sense of outrage.