Guests can be, and often are, delightful, but they should never be allowed to get the upper hand.
Who can begin conventional amiability the first thing in the morning?
Love isn't decent. Love is glorious and shameless.
And the summer seems as though it would dream on for ever.
... Why, it would really be being unselfish to go away and be happy for a little, because we would come back so much nicer.
... without it (love), without, anyhow, the capacity for it, people didn't seem to be much good. Dry as old bones, cold as stones, they seemed to become, when love was done; inhuman, indifferent, self-absorbed, numb.