Subtle impressions for which words are quite too coarse a medium.
Where women love each other, men learn to smother their mutual dislike.
If you are not proud of your cellar, there is no thrill of satisfaction in seeing your guest hold up his wineglass to the light and look judicial.
People who can't be witty exert themselves to be devout and affectionate.
To manage men one ought to have a sharp mind in a velvet sheath.
I think what we call the dullness of things is a disease in ourselves. Else how could anyone find an intense interest in life? And many do.