What is being said is the effect of something that has happened; at the same time, what is being said is in itself something happening, which will, in turn, leave its effect.

But to be quite oneself one must first waste a little time.

The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.

Nothing can happen nowhere. The locale of the happening always colours the happening, and often, to a degree, shapes it.

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.

The wish to lead out one's lover must be a tribal feeling; the wish to be seen as loved is part of one's self-respect.

Spoilt pleasure is a sad, unseemly thing; you can only bury it.